When I hug you, I want my arms
to reach all the way
around your existence.
I want to translate your compulsive
interactions.

The manner in which you
disinterestedly execute rapid
movement?
It is the acting state
of institutionalized
satisfaction.

I want my arms to contain
every excessive dimension
within you.

Your spontaneous
buoyancy.
Your legitimate
density.
Your body’s fatalist
policies.

Existing as multiple
decomposing illusions, we
flatten smoothly?
a collaborative effort.

I want us to interact
as the empty internal rhythm of
association.