It felt more as a slowing
A sudden nothing of velocity:
Passing from air into water, into honey, into tar
And breathing tar does strange things
To one's perception of time
We breathed tar as only lovers breathe tar

(Oh! Let our limits be smudges)
(Let our convictions be gaseous and vague)

Skinless others, oils on waters
Walls made up of air, made of doldrums
Made of hunger, made of Aether
Made of hydrogen, made of pollen
And made of exhale, made of exhale

(Oh! Let our glances be fixless)
(Let our motion be expansive and faint)

We never could locate a skin or boundary
There just ain't nothing to press or be pressed by
There was a momentary dip in the air pressure
When passing from one body to its other
One body to its other

We had touched as only atmospheres touch
We had touched as only atmospheres touch
We had touched as only atmospheres touch
We had touched as only atmospheres touch