Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful?

He said; his hand slipped beside her hip
Close as water, rewriting the
Bend of her body. If they were stood any tighter

They'd be Russian Dolls.
The music moved like an insinuation. She

Was starving for oxygen, contact, for
The way their sweat combined; it tasted like sugar
Syrup, like he didn't mind her touching,

Her rabbit heart. It revealed her
The same way it always did, he called her Regan

The same way he always did and yet, and
Yet... they moved against each other like a realisation,
He said it again beautiful and she said no-one, no-one.