Bodies entwined for the two minutes it takes to release Pressurized tension spurts forth meaningless liaisons. Eyes droop sleep engulfs turned over, fetal position craving overwhelms The tears of a baby spill down the naked body as it drowns in the desire of chi needs. he baby's mouth shapes into the numeric version of emptiness. Quivering, the lips make no sound. Liquid drains from the black hole of its soul and forms a puddle around its consciousness. The eyes of the world cloud the retinas of the infant pride and the lies begin running through the space of the directionless mind. Where does one go from here... The light no longer dancing in the sky stumbling in the darkness the hand reaches out and grabs hold to the only thing it can find. No thought is there as bodies entwine.