how can I catch the poem running
through my mouth
it can’t remember the texture
of your lips, this aging mind complacent
of sensual possibilities
youth felt like this, soaking wet
views placid, crystallized
as if time shined without the need for sun.
how can I catch you running
reincarnated into new words
but the same body, aged only slightly
arriving in similar worlds that cannot touch.
it will never be as we imagine
lips cracked, the sun so strong
our mouths so thirsty.