The stones stand stone on Incan stone,
No mortar joints but perfect union
Of bronze-crafted surfaces:
Chisel and bevel,
Face to face,
Trapezoid in perfect geometry they lean,
Earthquake-proof, organic bonds of
Secret joints, locking spurs and
Papertight union.
I hear the guide but see you dance
Ball-gowned
Amongst the ancient stones.
For so our hearts are bonded,
Face to face,
In interlocking union.
Ten thousand miles are
Paperthin between us.
