the art form
It has become primitive
lacking all formal romantic or
even polite notions
they press together at the hip
at the chest
at the neck
in order to communicate
to somehow show
how they’d like it to be
safe and
perfected and
uncomplicated
with no space between them
no room to fit
insecurity
bad memories
frightening dreams
old lovers
bad report cards
pushing up against one another
they are
not so overwhelmed
are not as likely to fall apart
to become disjointed
disconnected
or unmotivated so holding tightly becomes
the measure by which they demonstrate
all forms of satisfaction or emotion
and when it is not enough anymore
to simply hold on and be held on to
they move
instinctively at the hips to produce sound and
energy and power
enormous power
as if to say
without the methodical means of simple words
you are
my heart