Slick tapping tops
licking lips
moist wet cold.
Nothing is happy in this world,
besides what does not exist or is unreal.
Or what is yet to be discovered.
Slippery sliding
we met at the crossroads
one of us arriving
one just leaving
(we never knew which was which)
like a whale line tying us to our inevitable fates
we were pulled together
irresistable
unforgettable
unsustainable
but the last part we ignored
we lived in eden
and there was no shame.
Until the slick slippery sliding
when we both fell
hard
in love.