When we rose to meet each other you dove into me like I was home, like a fish returning to the sea after being flung upon land in a storm. I held you to my depths and, roiling, we two dark things phosphoresced when we touched. To me your skin was the rich earth I danced on Your eyes caught the moon and held it in shards Your teeth flashed like lights off the water Those lips brushing mine- ripe plums. Now my body is ungrounded suspended and my fingers, unmoored from yours are useless ships-
Clumsy, bobbing in the charcoal night.
-For K, who said this was allowed