500 year storm

flood water rising

eating at the riverbanks

large bites of the shore

old pathways for all crumble

forcing change on everyone

how animals sleep

We fucked last night.
Silently, unlike animals,
only noises
of skin sliding along skin,
body parts slapping rhythmically,
breaths erratically echoing
in the otherwise quiet night.

Afterwards, we turned away
in our nest of a bed-
facing outwards, alone
gazing off into dark distances
in opposing directions
that only each of us could see-

remembering when our limbs
crooked like the necks of swans
entwined, as we envisioned forever
facing inward as we slipped into sleep.