Hands to hair, boundaries in tatters
Your lips bring no doubts but a doubling of urgency
Losing touch of identities, we become a mass of needs
I grab handfuls of you in places which bend
Nothing is action, only desire

Jolted to by realities of form
A leg misplaced, clothing must go
We seem so strange, undignified
For a moment illuminated by innocent eye
I shrug it off and lose myself again