With No Music

All the towers of Chicago
Skied light
And all the stars of the universe
Rained radiance
While we danced
Between the two.

Your body, warm
Left hand in my right
Arms around waists
Your gaze in mine
The music swaying us
Like kelp waving in Caribbean streams.

We moved in seas of bodies
In something as incredulous
As trade winds
In a Midwestern city.
Chicago lights
Entered our fingers, and streamed from our eyes.

How strange we must have appeared
To passersby
Who thought us silly.
But we knew what they did not.

We would have danced with no music.