I Know We Are Spirits In A Body Not A Body With A Spirit

For Fungirlmmm’s weekly writing challenge:

These hands were made for walking
These fingers are my toes
You fill my heart with nonsense
and so the story goes
My heart beats faster every time
our twisted paths do cross.
Your chest destroys my sanity
all reason now a loss.
I wish our necks were longer
to reach across the skies
for now I have to fantasise
the bliss between your thighs