This is a poem called "The Marriage."
It echoes Dante, very, very far away.
"The Marriage."
"The wind comes from opposite poles, traveling slowly.
She turns in the deep air.
He walks in the clouds.
She readies herself, shakes out her hair, makes up her eyes,
smiles.
The sun warms her teeth, the tip of her tongue moistened them.
He brushes the dust from his suit and straightens his tie.
He smokes.
Soon they will meet.
The wind carries them closer.
They wave.
Closer, closer.
They embrace.
She is making a bed.
He is pulling off his pants.
They marry and have a child.
The wind carries them off in different directions.
The wind is strong, he thinks as he straightens his tie.
I like this wind, she says as she puts on her dress.
The wind unfolds.
The wind is everything to them."