when we fuck, the bone spurs in my feet
melt back into the world, the back of my head
contacts the rim of the sky,

I am flying in an animal who knows my wings
when they unfurl and when they retract,
we are the same pair of shoulders, grinding
olives, our kneecaps morph back into baby
flesh, for the comma inside the instant,

when we fuck I know the street
will not take my body