there are tendrils
between us
living matter
having formed tangles
we now untangle
helical waves repel us
from what had been safety
each ligament
made of many segments
that move independently
now return in that
familiar gait of recoil
what is left and what is kept
and in that absence
the untouched places
reveal themselves
a reversible self assembly
and this time
no muscle no force
decisions made
hands light upon the roving
another home unmade
as a bed is
