after the movies, but before the train station,
we hugged goodbye. i said, see you, like i always do;
unthinking, she hummed i love you,
then gasped. the perfect casual accident.
we parted ways in blushing silence,
my shock too thick to shake. though
across percussive tracks, an engine chanted
what i couldn’t…
you too you too you too
all the way home, you too, you too.
two-two was too satisfying. too late, it
was, & two-two too chilling at two past
two in the morning. too much wetness,
& hotness: a transgression too far gone
(twice) & a pulsing also doubly-done.
a little longer & it would’ve been two-three,
or three-two, or three-three at three &
who knows after that. i’d reached two
first, too hazy & plunging to hold back,
& hers came quickly after, too blasphemous
to handle. how to continue ? how to get
accustomed to the two-two parallel
that split me so prismatically ? i’m too
worried for my numbers, too pampered
to see a single digit ever again !
honey, a while ago,
i knew you—in some other fountain,
some other life:
i may have been a princess, & you
may have been trouble—a cottage
in the woods, a set of smoke rings
in flight:
the float home is a happening tragedy
i crave an endlessly deferred night.
can kissing
be animal ?
yesterday unearthed
me. you forbid sluice or blush—
how treacherous ! how just !
still plagued
by those whimpers, the
seed of all things ours
going freely overwhelmed—
unfinished by a patch
of flowers.
