All is not lost 

What with my legs mixed with yours

And my hands a part of your waste

Your hips are my hips

And then 

How can we be lost 

They all watch us untangle 

And yet they call us all tangled up 

Like two wires

That you can't bend back straight

You have bent me 

And I used to want this

I am afraid of your hands for years

And yet how I want them Desperately 

there is both

And though we are untangled 

Feel more tangled up than ever before