We’re lying in the long grass
and you say something about the sanctity of freedom,
the oneness of existence, the self drifting
alone on an overcrowded sea
and I say nothing
and meanwhile our fingers are knotted
like a muscle, inseparable, flesh from flesh
and you lean over
and whisper to me
something about the planets, the milky way,
the great burning star that is the sun
and I say oh
and meanwhile the tiny hairs on your face
are touching the tiny hairs on my face
and your mouth is touching my mouth
as you say something
about the violence of evolution,
atom splitting atom, cell splitting cell,
about life emerging stronger in the wake of destruction
and meanwhile your skin is chafing my skin,
your deft tongue carefully probing, examining,
and I say yes.
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