No Grip

We slid and slipped over, under, and around each other.
Our bodies were fluid; we fit like liquid puzzle pieces.
If there was a trace of friction, you could have fooled us.

It was easy and it was amazing.
But in the end, I needed to hold on.
I tried again and again to find my hold with you, but it was pointless.
We always slipped away.

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