We smile. What do our smiles know that we do not?  Perhaps that we might make love at the drop of a grin.  That our bodies might lie together as our mouths do.

Your breath gets closer, your smile mirrors mine as we look at each other’s hearts and hear them echo in unison.

What is it about your flesh that my flesh seeks?  What is  it my body feeds into yours as we melt?  Moisture grows in us like grapes.

We squeeze.  What is it our bodies make?  Is this the universe being forced into a two backed walnut that is becoming smaller?

No room.  Is that why we explode? explode?  EXPLODE!

(oh my god am I alone?)