Alive in the height of intimacy
Twisted up with eachother
A tangle of limbs and love
A mess of warmth and care
A pile of love and devotion
How anyone could feel
That two are required
One pair with no other
To have intimacy
Is lost on me
That perfect feeling
Of being alive
Of being in love
Of being found
Feels better with three
Their joy at my joy
As I speak about four
My joy at their joy
When they speak about more
Compersion adores
Security built
No chains and no laws
Unbound our love spilt
Unrationed, our cause
We live in abundance of our own making
Our hand-built tangle of love and limbs
May 31, 2025
May 31, 2025 at 1:18 AM UTC
Alive in the height of intimacy
Twisted up with eachother
A tangle of limbs and love
A mess of warmth and care
A pile of love and devotion
How anyone could feel
That two are required
One pair with no other
To have intimacy
Is lost on me
That perfect feeling
Of being alive
Of being in love
Of being found
Feels better with three
Their joy at my joy
As I speak about four
My joy at their joy
When they speak about more
Compersion adores
Security built
No chains and no laws
Unbound our love spilt
Unrationed, our cause
We live in abundance of our own making
Our hand-built tangle of love and limbs
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