It's just the living that's fucked up.

Most times human interactions 
are so difficult, so complex
harder than one imagines 
even while in the moment
looking from a distance 
at one self in a mirror
the mirror another person 
with aspirations and visions
there together, sequential instants
pulsing and scanning
reading and rereading
shuffling and shelving
thinking and sending
perceiving and receiving

giving to and taking from
in imagined equal proportions
of equal or greater importance
than consciousness or cohesion
just seconds of skin touching
first fingers, then the arms
the lips and then it feels 
so easy and so simple
lubricated and fluid
falling away from the complexities
to the simple animal memory
even while in the moment