purely functional

For kissing, no time, no feelings left
I need my lips
to severely speak
important words
I need them to work
with theory,
not joyfully,
but purely functional.

For tasting, no time, no sensation left,
I need my tongue
to faithfully
serve my body,
to nourish,
not to sense,
to stay alive,
purely functional.

For expression, no time, no space left there,
I need my hands
to do the task,
to replicate
what others made,
not to create
but to labour,
purely functional.