we talked, easy,
those first nights
fitting keys to locks
finding we were once twins,
lovers one time
perhaps the time after that.

No paved paths, no footprints
where we strolled before,
rather impressions in time.

but, when one key jammed,
a slot too narrow
when you dropped
“Dolly Tarot Cards”
on me I had
a weird vision:
a busty blonde-white wigged
spangled country singing Jester
in some ear-ringed Romanian
Fortune tellers deck.

But you’d said “Dali”
as in Salvadore,
Levitated Christ on
cube cross crucifixion.

I knew we had
a few lifetimes
ahead of us