Black Rocks State Park And Recreational Trail

We nestled our feet among the Black Rocks and sipped wine. We poured the dregs among Black Rocks. We practiced “Body Fusion” within the groves—were they groves?—stands?—only single trees. Joshua Trees! We donned our unitards, striped with every color we could find—having moved HARMONIOUSLY, we shed them.

I then dreamt that wide lines appeared in the sky—they opened to holes—and from them, sweet milky falls did fall. I kissed my hands at the apparition—I kicked up my heels! The Black Pebbles sprayed back and glanced from your chest, your impregnable chest. But I, only I, had ‘pregnated it! —Bright babies of hope grew there!