Tonight in the excavations
You wandered far out on the ledge
I must have sounded like a nut
Unprepared for contact between our worlds
For the intoxicating supernatural radiance
Of a neighboring dimension
It all went sideways so fast
A blur in the bedlam
Farewell until our true meeting
At least you gave me the benefit
Of your bud like breasts your
Skin like baking bread overflowing