Desperate

splayed fingers and raised arms are powered pylons, wet with energy,
and signals to you are sent
my meaning wavers in the air,
ripples of light spread shredded into fragments.

but your eyes are constellations, each pore of the landscape of your irises is a star,
and a decipherer.
we piece together what is shredded between us.

the stagnant sky is sweet to breathe
and our speech wades through it in peace.
the warmth of our interplanetary communication is supple and silken,
faint vapours from clicking tongues
from out of there, our breath is desperate to mingle
warm and crashing against each other,
violent nude human, and hot in panting.

we’ve latched as undetected viruses within each other
a pulleying parasite, a dumbbell telephone wholly mute and grey
our lungs of disparate colours are slingshotting ourselves into one another
for interpersonal interactions’ ferocious breeding.
wordless breathing becomes apocrypha,
so even in mirrored foetal positions
fully clothed in shift dresses of twilit sleep, we speak ciphered volumes.