Silly sweaty Human palms
back, neck, bones, legs
smelly sheets and shiny foreheads
Two whole lives, tangled up in Swedish stitching
the behaviour of the limbs unaccounted for
A maze of senses contained by cotton, linen, sometimes silk
it might be dusk, dawn, daylight, night-time
Who knows? Who cares? Toes are touching
and the sound
that can’t be explained
is every cry and laugh and every life
everyone who ever lived and every creature that has died
So kiss
like a button got pressed and there’s three minutes to live