Regression

There is so much to see ahead

but think about all

you’ve forgotten to see behind

and all that has forgotten

to see you too

for these deep failures

are what there is to see –

but mostly not –

ahead

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Sex

she says

is a handshake

while her hand shakes

on my torso then my neck

as though looking for lost jewelry

that has slipped into my mouth

while I licked her nipples

like an animal

trying to

get all the salt it can

from the breast plates of land masses

that grind each other into continents

for the millions of lives that can populate

and destroy and rot in peace

but are now just a small

rock that was once lava

but has hardened under the right conditions

and sometimes the wrong ones

that drag on because the night is long

but the hunt is always longer

even as it hurts inside

and we roll

for there are still parts worth slurping

land masses still submerged in water

and animals still above all

with customs where we shake hands

and go back to it

with her hair hungry

to be parted

by my touch

but we’re busy

holding on to other

things like the land

and its grass

that she bites