When we are near, current runs along our veins
and our bodies burn like smouldering iron.
Our eyes shoot hot waves down our throats
and sweats threaten to stick like clingwrap on our skin
as we fantasize we are wrapped together.
Our tongues knot in our mouths
as we wish they are knotted in each other.
But we are like a broken needle on a vinyl record player,
repeating two words of a song, unable to go on.
And we try to wriggle our toes
pretending we are not nailed to the ground.
If we fail, two magnets will hug with a thud,
leaving no gap in between.
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