shapes

shapes
like when we hold hands
                     and form a pocket of air between our palms
and when you slide the tip of your nose
                                             slowly up from under the tip of mine
like your hair as it dries in open air
                            and tenderly coils at your temples
and the awakening of your pupils
                                  as you grumpily greet the new day
like the constellation I've named on your neck
                                     joining each dot with a kiss
and the little nest I made for myself
                                       in the valley of your collarbone

shapes designed in you
                         that I've made my own home.

we fit together
like the puzzle pieces we knew we were
before we ever fit together
                                       at all