born on a spinning top
faster you pull the string faster
making it spin
centrifugal force painfully pulling
at the flesh we share
pushing my hands down
slowing the top until it wobbles slowing
straining and jerking at the tender organ
we find joy in this twisting wobbling twisting
siamese twins with hair of fine
connected at the heart beat beat
staring at each other
as the world blurs by
blurs by in the background

Souls of Liberty