There is too much rigidity
In me
For anything precious
To be
Caught in the space
I keep
Between the bulk of your body
And my frail frame.

Oh, if only my limbs were liquid!
My god, can you imagine?

If fluidity could replace
Straight lines
Perhaps my thoughts could wrap around
Your mind
And this endless pursuit
To find
Eternity in our [e]motions
Would end.