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I kiss my hand to male bonobos making out in public

in spite of Western science

trying to explain away The glorious kink

of spinner dolphins’ whistle-clicks

over-under rolling, belly-on-belly clasping by the soft tips

of flukes, riding dorsal rudders to the brink

I am inspired, call my girlfriend, say: Won’t you be my Olympic marmot

chewing on my ear till I lift my tail?

My black-billed magpie babble-singing to my begging call?

My lioness, growl, thrust, roll on backs afterward?

Squeaky as killer whales