As these things, you would do
One last time
to have caught
flesh in the steam
of circumstance -
a rippling romance broken
from book lust
and tempestuous grave makers,
where shadows look not
on us, but depart from
stolen kisses; the brows
of our ingested merriment,
or an evening spent tangled
in raindrops.

One last time
to have caught
kings eating
crocodiles for
their lost loves.