If we were on Mars
I would take your hand,
layers of space-age polymers in between
so I wouldn't really have your hand in mine
more like just the idea of your hand
because if we actually held hands
we would die.
We would go to Mars
to make love,
to be the first people
to make love
on Mars.
Why else? To do science?
No
just do me instead.
Let's do it on Mars
even if we would die.
We would die together
entwined
two bodies in space
attracted
collapsing
into one.
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