All tangled in hair;
our bodies half bare.
I’m without a care.
I’ve let down my guard.
The birds in the air;
the mountains up there;
I better beware
or I might fall hard.
But falling is worth it
if I fall into you.
All tangled in one,
I’m spinning; I’m spun.
But dizzy as I may be,
I still see so clearly
you and me.
Arms and legs bent askew;
wrapped one up from two.
Wrapped all through and through
from our limbs to our hearts.
A collision so true
a light formed anew.
A flame bursting blue
from the heat of our sparks.
But burning is worth it
if I burn into you.
All tangled in one,
I’m spinning; I’m spun.
But dizzy as I may be,
I still see so clearly
you and me.
[Co-written by Jacqueline Dunford]