What’s Yours Is Mine

Trevor L. Sensor

I wish we could
entwine our bodies—

Not in just the naked
sense (on a bed

But similar to fusing back
together in a mother’s womb—

So we may kiss our mouths
and taste our sweat and pick our nose
and eat it

O’ forget the world and
damning eyes—I cannot

Describe how it feels
to belong to you