On Collaborating

I rove
like a gypsy
from prose to poem,
careful not to blotch his imagery
with my own soiled palms

I polish the nights
with bare rumination;
but did you notice how calm
the stones behaved
when overturned,
how they stripped themselves
of fear
and gave way to possibility

even though potential
is meaningless
in all it's perilous certainty

but what an alluring verse,
me against the hands
of you,
flirting with ink
writing,
.........writing,
..................writing