Turned.
Of two minds, and sound body; who knew Schrödinger spoke dissuasion. The cold hits your skin as you turn away, texture raised to meet gentler persuasion. This duality, we two, part lips and my tongue in you. Your back turned, your backhand deserved, pushed me right back on through. Again, thinking of one, gaze far away, lost here again looking at two. Afraid of loss, we won't even start, content just to spin round and grin. Ignoring the end, the tangent of place, we surely can say "here... begin."