i.
Our naked bodies,
Flushed and warm, fold together;
Origami love!
ii.
Hugging you behind,
My two exploring hands meet
Your hands tracing mine.
iv.
Four hands complete us.
Clasped like precious stones, even
Time cannot get in.
v.
Our hands and feet weave
Together like a four part
Fugue we learn to play.
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