An ode to Berlin lovers / to be casual

To touch and kiss,
To hold and gasp,
Feeling bodies,
Humming souls,
Is to be casual.

To be causal yet not deny
The kindled current shooting
From you to me and me to you
Through bodies tightly pressed.

To repeat the weak intention,
To talk of lovers queued,
Reiterating frail assurance,
Is to be casual.

To be casual and sense
A cowardice of painful break
Splintered under press,
Reduced to mere pretence
Of being casual.