There is elastic between us;
It pulls and relaxes.
Pulls and relaxes.
I am your body.
My chest rises with your breaths.
My feet ache when you tire.
I sleep in your pupil-less oceans--
Play on the ladder of your ribs--
Hide in my secret cave
Between your nose and left eye.
My palm maps out our future.
Fate is our elastic;
It pulls and relaxes.
Pulls and relaxes.