tongues, sweat, steam; our meeting has multiple
beginnings before it really begins.
we’re two, we’re equal and we’re a couple
we search like there is treasure in our skins
you lead, you teach, if i flow, i won’t drown
but these currents that you teach me to surf
become colourless from blue and blood brown
your contours are an understanding turf.
i listen to you whisper in debate
on how to consume me; whole or in parts–
whole, you will get hungry, again, and late
in parts, you’ll be an artist without arts
you consume me, both wholly and in shreds
we consume us, like we were our daily breads.