we crawl around in these places we've dug out for ourselves,
we tell stories in bed and run our fingers down ours spines,
his spine and he down mine.

and we are lovers wondering where our hearts fled to
and when did we lie here together and where have our clothes gone;
this is how we are found,
alive and breathless, warm beneath skin.
mirth of new beginnings, how shall we live, how shall we live.