eyes closed stretched out on your bed
which is small, but very comfortable
i catch a glimpse of plastic, smell of boy.
when you say it moves you, i know you are right, i know you are honest
it is strange to be surrounded by so many familiar things in an unfamiliar environment.
and no matter what time of day it is, your bed bathed in radiolight.
communicating through impulse and emotion, not awkward words,
not comfortable phrases,
in body music.
these things we share; we should share them through the tubes, through the electric currents,
it's wrong for us to keep them to ourselves.
it's wrong for us to hide this frequency. but the temptation is too strong;
the heat and binary light
universal constants through our own two-band radio.
our parts a perfect fit;
we were made for each other.