You keep walking
on my hands
with 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 cover
wordless on skin
missed or imagined
skittering kisses
these hands hold themselves
at least for now
you've gotta stay that far
our game is no game
monkeybar faces
pre-made and slightly used
sailing is our future
but piracy
our past
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