We waited eagerly as the spores met our stomachs,
Swimming in cheap wine and anticipation;
come together in a sloppy, wet kiss to create bones made of jello.
Two minds apprehensive though not exactly inexperienced
As a warm swimming pool swallows two bodies whole.
A familiar embrace, a little spoon
While the Native woman’s voice echos about
Closing the distance of the last several months
Just before crossing the Atlantic yet again
I will be right where I am left
Nursing my own device, a different person
Adaptable and pragmatic.
Mortality and change become abundantly keen to both parties
There’s a lack of alarm
To acknowledge the acumen both females had acquired over time,
never rivaling one other
but is one as equal, though stark in contrast.
Like the summer moon reflects in the tepid blue water,
our thoughts reflect on all that is shared
and all that is distinct from one another,
Accumulating over years of growth and years of trial.
I would never want to forget this moment
So intimate yet
The Leo air incubates concord and respite and a kind of peace
that can only be derived from a newborn who is no longer fighting sleep;
I whisper a prayer that shall you never see the contours of my face again--
Pink, with glazed eyes the size of tea saucers--
That you would build a camera into your thoughts
remember me always as I exist right here right now.