I would be woven into your sheets
a necessary fixture in the framework of your box spring
tangled in a mess of us
we would pass our moments sharing a breath
a shudder
the most aggressive acts of tenderness
we use words and lips and hands and ourselves
to perform otherworldly kinds of magic
the kinds that make you laugh and cry and scream with joy
we'll kiss till our mouths become blurred,
impossible to tell whose belong to which half of us
all the same
loving until
the barrier between individuals has been demolished for certain
and certainly, we won't mind
be a relief
caved in, paved in
until one last moment of clarity
and the city of which we had worked so hard to build
has come crashing down in one last passionate upheaval