The Plan

"Who told you
you were visible?"

God said,

meaning naked
or powerless.

We had planned this meeting
in advance,

how we'd address each other,

how we'd stand
or kneel.

Thus our intentions
are different

from our bodies,
something extra,

though transparent
like a negligee.

Though a bit sketchy,

like this palm's
impression of a tree

flashing scales,

on the point of
retraction.

But sweet.
You don't understand!

Like a lariat made of scalloped bricks

circling a patch
of grass