When we
arrange our naked
limbs to face
each other,
entertaining
prospects
of an
intimacy,
do you feel
as strange as I do?
I’m sensing
something very near
I do not
understand at all.
I don’t think
it’s fear.
If Eve and
Adam had a fall,
it must, before
they’d even
braved a
kiss,
have been a
sensory
descent like this..