Togetherness

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I want to sow kisses on her eyelids

And feel the sun’s lush empathy as she feels it.

I want to dance in a moon-soaked bountiful forest

And glue banana slugs all over one another

As if they were our slimy compadres.

I want to taste the bitter lemon oil she hides behind her left earlobe

And calm the panting after petting.

I want to collide our guts in cosmic wrath

And stir up hell like the Jarrell tornado of ‘97

As if it was us against God’s fields.