By Now We've Discovered

By Now We've Discovered

That what a balloon needs
to rise is air, crumpled
paper will never relax,
and it may not feel
like the right time. Stars
are gas, gas!

The chord may not sever,
all we can do is flush
out the toxins, approximate
numbers and times per week
and how long did we go without
hot, salty water cleansing
our pores?

By now we've discovered
what it is to dip into one
another, suck
on the tip of the other's
sweet finger, make
a mess of ourselves through
lies, assumptions, lust
and wandering roamings
beyond dusk. Arm
always in arm


even when we're not

succumbing to the fact
that everything changes [and thank God
for that] and we don't
even have a point in mind.

What it is that we've discovered
is this:

the rolling wave never comes
to a halt.