into your hip bone
and mold your back
to be an everglade
of grappling limbs and
heat
tracing and marking
like our feet in the sand
the waves know
where we’ve been
i do not know where you’ve been
except across my mountains
and valleys
your fingerprints
pressed into my amygdala
we are skyline and sunrise
autumn falls from a summer swing
i go up
up
it’s a fucking
party to remember