I embraced you like an atmosphere.
How to wake you without waking you?
I held your breasts like passion fruit.
You were a country at peace
with your back to the world.
I swam in the river of your back.
Dove down to the loam of your floor:
How to remain the bear?
How to face you from behind?
I kissed your neck to make you turn.
I shot the rapids of your spine.
What did you see as you faced away?
The void was yours instead of mine.