you cannot be
	     all that you appear
	and still the bossa-nova
	      draws me near:

	how relative a rhythm
           to the subatomic
     might find us here,

while the fracture of me 
	that met the fracture of you
	           wasn't as pretty I fear...

	I've known suede
	      and a corduroy posterity effect,
	      	(frozen, perhaps framed in time)
	         if only I could bend parallels
		and all I'd need to intersect...

		      somewhere yet a samba plays:
		and dancing mindless,
	        my heart would stray,
	but for the glimpse
         of what might yet be.     

	coming soon
		to a universe near you:
			perhaps a pair like us 
				remains a possibility.