Weave

In a bold display of passion
Did our bodies weave our skin
Scending sheets around its muscles
Gentle folds 'tween eyes and chin
Within it, houses wonders
Joys, attractions, fear, trust
All of it is there to play with
And yet none of it we must
Tis a soft, allowing story
When one merely feels it so
For beneath the layers of what-if
Sings an ever dance of Flow.