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I couldn’t help it.
Your words were too perfect
to not re-arrange them
like refrigerator magnets.
Your face, too.
Your body—
undulating beneath me.
Like ghosts
we haunted what stood that night
in each now dustless space.
We haunted the paths of werewolves
past sleeping children,
to outside
along the channels
between botanical garden heaps.
You worked a miracle
in pairing your
undulating,
the Manele-like pulse of your hips,
with your whispers
in the dark.
It scared me,
the pasts we keep,
the adventures
neither of us can touch.
I endeavor to forget
that, though we are both
white whales,
I am not forever.
I grow old
and you will too,
but in the ever you occupy,
you play with immortality.
How easy to forget, to rid ourselves
of prophetic notions
when surrounded by devotions of their kind,
the immortals.
Still, we are here now—
carnal beasts of the night,
but just for a moment.