Rorschach weaving

Our bodies tangled
Become a tapestry,
A delicate weaving
of flesh and feeling.
With each movement
The art is drawn anew.
Me beside you,
You around me,
Us together in a Rorschach splotch
That codes an idea,
Speaks in motion,
What it doesn't say in words.

Our bodies,
Tangled together,
Are far too comfortable
And sweet.
I cannot let go of you,
So we repeat
The turning over,
The realignment,
The fresh new weaving
Of arms and legs and bodies and heads,
Until we settle back again.