“Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.” -Rumi
I imagine us bound together by barrel Rings. Maybe we could go into the lovers’ Protection program under the name Cooper and you could kiss my clever Mouth with your clever mouth almost Out in the open. Only the gods and the Government would know we were never Supposed to end up barrel bound to Each other.
Your people think you married down. Fuck your people. I married you and You’re a criminal—with lots of money so…
Is that up or sideways? With you It’s almost always sideways.
We put up with a certain level of Gross from our lovers and Farting on each other in bed and Giggling about it and Don’t you dare Dutch oven me Again… Chester! Can be as intimate as The world’s sweetest Sulfur kiss.
We touched cheeks East met west we sweat Ans sweatily rolled Against each other side To side our shoulders Arms dewy hands taut Fingers turned our hips Forward now belly to Belly sex to sex our Mouths open we found Our peaceful Passages in the dark