The wake of ships slipping from docks
surf bubbling in bon voyage

Separation is a lachrymose affair

Black velcro clouds collide,
combine and sob to Earth
in unabashed display

There is a genius in water
streams of hot liquid pour from
china tea pots into lacquered mugs

Three cups and then a rush
toward an orgasm of
sequestered urine, freed

An aptitude of fluid:

Parting bodies
slide down their aftermath-
in smooth wet warmth
to make the moment stay

The slipping of the infant
from the of the womb
slick with lubricated life
which does not rest
but moves at once
toward a sweet lactation of
the breast

Bodies are wisdom bound

Warm tears coat eyes
to blur departing planes
and whole lifetimes
in secreted balm

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