The Lovers
we are skeletal
lovers, curled
like spindles
wrapped around each
other, a wheel
our skin so bruised
from hitting into
each other, trying
to merge
skin and bones
and skin
and bones
converge
we make stars of
interlocking limbs,
arms stretched out
to pull ourselves
in
the light below
or behind us
now
centred on
floor or air
or sky, just
space where
we are suspended
spinning, circling,
spines curved,
legs pointed,
broken and balletic
like a heart
lovers, curled
like spindles
wrapped around each
other, a wheel
our skin so bruised
from hitting into
each other, trying
to merge
skin and bones
and skin
and bones
converge
we make stars of
interlocking limbs,
arms stretched out
to pull ourselves
in
the light below
or behind us
now
centred on
floor or air
or sky, just
space where
we are suspended
spinning, circling,
spines curved,
legs pointed,
broken and balletic
like a heart
