this shape is made of seams
where nerves gather to trade
mystery-
each sensitive to the pressure of care:
in the hollow as thigh becomes hip
or the dip of collarbone, merging
limb to chest;
secrets tucked behind buckling knees
and where forefinger meets thumb, caught
in a web of flesh;
where an arm halved makes a whole
and a kiss between head
and torso,
pools to shape neck;
where fingers trade warmth
on keyboards
and mind reflects other.
the shape of our join
has seams too sensitive
to go unnoticed.














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