A Physics of Desire

at  first  she  thinks  the  attraction  does not fill  her  with  enough  blood ,  but with  a  thing  like  the  dove —    White and coloured feathers   —   Bones  unlike  her  own bones  that  gravity  can’t  pull  down  ,  a milky  thing unlike   the  seas .           Fills her  with    a                      wind —    Starch  rustle  of the quick passing  of    things  ,  then    silence   afterwards of  the  things that passed —    that gave the wind its  sound      ,   not       unlike     what   split the fireworks  in  the  high  school  park   into   fanning particles of  flame .    The   peacock    that      is  the   world ,         bird of       breathing  colour    between  them —    Bird that  is  everything to  choose from   —   or the one thing  , sacred bone of the particular    —