Words for an Oasis

What lovers and palms have in common
are floatable hands

We agreed to be best friends Friday
We sat close

As though canyons appeared in a smaller space
to touch palms, matter, more
than a volume of words

The building had columns and appeared at tunnel's end

Why friends are for now or best for rooms

When canyons were touching their palms to buildings
We guessed would be a Friday talk, to make
another room

Who know where spaces help make friends
would agree that we
to be lovers must close, float outside the building

True that a canyon is a crack in a larger space

And that palms guessed the words