narwhals kissing

we skewered the moon like a white grape.
every core was apple flesh. breaking the ice
& waiting for angels to come out. at the poles,
god comes with handfuls of thumb tacs.
you told me you wanted to become penguins 
in our next lives. i asked, "how are you so sure?"
you said you were not sure. not at all. 
i swam through blurred ancient worlds in search of
our oldest skeletons. graveyards beneath the water.
i looked up & saw you. your body like a book of commas.
everything i know about blood i learned from snow.
when they see horns crossed, will they know we are kissing?