What I liked here unlocks the poem for me mainly in part 2,
the memory of you is
a body covered all
over in sweat
the wind as it rips at the right
angles of a rock regardless
Its the two tones here that are blended which seem to me to be done inextricably, which is the sort of austere artiface of the sculpter, and then nature, randomness, unregarding. I like that as it's trying to bridge a kind of reconcilable point of view. Warm erotica, stoney silence. Concerted effort and randomness.
Which again would take us to the preoccupation with memory over a bridge in part one and how to perceive it, at once from a point of view but also dictated to by light and the surroundings.
It's a hard one to put altogether, but I feel that's okay because of these luck based surveys mixed with artiface that I'm referring to in the examination of those few lines from each.
And the last two lines, they take that contradiction into themselves, into the body.
Well, body is so overused a word these days isn't it? So elevated these days. But I would say this is either de-elevating the body or putting it on the same level as everything else. Everything being things viewed from different points of view.
I was thinking this when I first read it at least Daniel. All the best!