Leaving Anadarko

I. 
Yellow, red, blue party lights crack the ink sky. 
I turn to your Buffalo eyes, penetrating, gouging, ashamed. 
I close my gaze. 
At times your voice rises out fresh and clear above those drums, 
Resounds and dies again.

II. 
In the crash of daylight I hide among the elders. 
Suck in the chicory steam of tea, abosorb stale toast. 
I conjure your image. 
I speak your name; 
Seek refuge in the memory of your arms, 
Your heart beating like thunder. 
I pressure my pulse and curse invations. 
Those lost language suffer what we are.

III. 
Now, 500 miles away, I lie under hot sheets 
Wondering if you drank the French roast coffees, 
And ate the soft candies I sent. Months ago.

Darkness crosses. The angels of my sleep 
Lift their wings and rise out of my dreams 
Singing.

I am alone so long and it is late. 
My darling, please do not respond. 
I know you are out, playing music under the stars. 
The night smiles to the sun, 
Partners joining hands across the wide sky. 
I stretch to sense the mystery.

Maureen Alsop's questions:

What does this poem convey to you as a reader?

Does the numbering of each stanza interfere with the poem?

Should each stanza have a heading with the number?

Does the title add to the whole message of the poem?