Mouths sticky
with stolen fruit
we slithered out
of our clothes
& fucked in the mud.
Licking her small tits,
I tasted manure
& strawberries, caught bits
of mulch in my beard.
All through that velvet night,
the only things visible were
the insides of her thighs.
They arched pale
& encompassed me
like the truest horizons
that ever held still
for a traveler’s approach–
collapsing all destinations
into one, this mud,
this earth.