Difficult Passage v.02

You keep walking
on my hands

your arms
all around us

fish-eye legs
on polka dot mats

must we
bear the weight

in embarrassed exhalation
remember my fingers

unsmooshed
smooth, functional

warm air smiles
on undefined mornings

legs touching under covers
wordless on skin

missed or imagined
skittering kisses

these hands hold
themselves

for you are
that far away

our game is
no game

just monkey-bar faces
pre-made and slightly used

sailing is our future
but piracy our past