do you remember that upside down curvy loopy wavelike love/sex/skin/touch resonance, that tidal pull, that warm electric magnet that you got, even just *remembering* sliding together, freefalling together, opening up together--like lurching smoothly over a hill, lilting, laughing, surrendering; like how your body still rocks in freefall, later, when you’re relaxed, after a day spent being washed and licked and cradled and rocked by waves in the lake or ocean, only with this it was cellular, in your gut and it was more than motion, it was literally a current, both global in your mind and body and local in your quizzical guts; the profoundness of the body; a tsunami of innocent lust—you got it with Anne, and at least once with Scott S.—was there anyone else? (2016)