this couch is so succulent like these two bodies ready to be converged. bodies, open agape like the red sea— yours & mine. the israelites aren't to thread the bare path but me, walking with my tiny head into the promise land. this journey bears so many things, like pants, like retreats, & like sweetness. if the former fills my mouth like spittle, i'll come back again not with a tote of naivety but experience.