Alive in the height of intimacy
Twisted up with eachother
A tangle of limbs and love
A mess of warmth and care
A pile of love and devotion

How anyone could feel
That two are required
One pair with no other
To have intimacy
Is lost on me

That perfect feeling
Of being alive
Of being in love
Of being found
Feels better with three

Their joy at my joy
As I speak about four
My joy at their joy
When they speak about more
Compersion adores

Security built
No chains and no laws
Unbound our love spilt
Unrationed, our cause
We live in abundance of our own making

Our hand-built tangle of love and limbs