I cannot solve the future so
us is just what we are now.
Interlocking and unlacing,
we drift together and apart,
unwound and skittish beneath
our patina of novelty.
Skin kissing and sun climbing
skin, a she porpoise swims
beneath, rhyming with the
waves. Your flank unmakes me,
our parts recombine, then a
breeze sneaks through the
window to laugh at us.