We want the proof of bodies
In our beds and in our heads
To fall into a body
And to fall again
Into another body
We want the perfection of the body
As proof of the soul
Constantly turning and sculpting
Clutch and release
Touch and relief
Aren’t all bodies lovers
Steadfastly of one another
It’s just their love that uses them
And gives them away
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