You take my hand in a cold white bed
Mold your face into mine
Mouth mirrors mouth
My lungs fill with your breath
I laugh
You burp
We are ridiculous
Even with the Eros thing
Intimacy a long-haul horror show
Belching, sniffling, secreting
The closer we get the bigger the pores
Each night visit the skin’s lunar surface
Ragged blood lips, splotched circle eyes
The failings and failures to come
We accept this is ludicrous
The whole laughable shooting match
Perhaps that’s the beginning of love
Or just the illusion of solace
Either way I hope it proves enough