This Blob Of Love(For Janice)

Sometimes we fall asleep (mid) (cuddle) & Love (gently teasing us) leaves us thus: your foot on my shoulder nuzzling into my ear my outstretched hand lost between your legs cradling carefully your sex my head tucked under your oxter my thigh curled around your waist a kinda Kama Sutra gone horribly wrong as if we had slowly melted together congealed & cooled into this...this creature all arms & legs in wrong & awkward positions a something (or other) created by the Chapman Brothers as if a child had drawn us…badly all wrongly this blob of love still recognisably human still just about us an “us” in love.