Borrowing someone's towel is as human as it gets,
Each other's basic recognition that sleeping wet is simply no fun, 
Not to mention getting your clothes wet.
A premonition between the two that an intimacy will be shared.
The Human Towel exchange is a magical thing, 
Sparsely shared,
Especially now-a-days.
When I'm older I want my towel handovers to be fun. 
A nice moment shared when grabbing a 1998 Wimbledon towel from the other person,
A simple chuckle as they read the year on the frilly textile,
Before rubbing it all over their naked bodies like the bar of soap before it.
Share more towels,
If you can
Although not too many
As there are nasty things floating about.