To be helpless, suspended in amniotic fluid—
Stagnant, reeking of a body that is not yours.
Worried that you will never feel it again, at the same time
Knowing that you will, that you need to. The only
Question: will it always be you? On him,
With him, answering questions
Feeling bare skin slide across bare skin, friction is a funny thing
Because it doesn’t seem to exist sometimes.
Connected—in both ways
Mind and body, you have never known either
Until you have known both.