I see your face turning when it’s not
A cheek warped by sunlight, sagging
In the heatwave our heads fractal apart
Into a million shifting versions of each other
There are too many names now to call you
Too many people to hold in one body’s skin
With one pair of sunburned arms wrapped tight
We’re breathing straight from each other’s mouth 
Branching our lungs, here where there’s no wind
And we don’t feel the presence of a world around us
Just the jagged edges of two pairs of interlocking hands
We can become anything aside from one whole human