when her kisses erode your cheeks in increments quit wearing her ring
throw it in the creek bless her heart take it to god
head first baptize the months in spider creek stare down the honey

hole you shared

kiss the sap-brim where she fished trout
from the bank toss the silver promise
after ask if ever water’s set in stone why borders silt and yet

some bodies do not river only stream remember this

when she caught you skipping stones she said
it’s in the wrist and perfect movement
straight or crooked titled or untitled cut your love off at the border

your tongue will drawl on accident for weeks despite this

be determined kiss goodbye outside fight the urge
to turn around instead think Lot’s wife a salted back
without a name a deer hide hanging on the open door