After three years of cutting teeth
Unable to evolve,
We sit in the river, trying
To meet each other,
Finally.

On this, the last night 
Of our grand game
Of House, which we have always
Played to win.

I mean to encounter you,
To push through the skin of mind
And know the flavor of your thoughts
Before they’re shaped like words, but

I am too busy tightening
My stomach, making myself smaller,
Easier for you to hold on to
Even as the current
Tugs me away.