Cheek to cheek, fingers to toes. Deep breaths out my mouth, into her nose.
Knuckle for knuckle, our hands are a perfect match. I have an itch, and it's her back that I scratch.
Looking back at me in the mirror, is her beautiful face. Every stitch, every staple, perfectly placed.
I knew if she let me in I'd fit like a glove. Now we're one, the physical embodiment of love.
Her skin on my skin, it's meant to be. Am I the one who’s wearing her? Or, is she wearing me?