My love and I are attached at
The hip. You will not find one of us
Without the other close beside –
For my love and I share a soul.
If some jealous zealot were to rip us from the
Comfort of each other’s embrace, we just need follow
The magnetic pull of the other to be reunited –
Even if bound, blindfolded, and gagged.
My love and I share a mind. We are the same,
From our insecurities to our love language down to
The type of deli meat we like for our sandwiches –
We read each other every day like treasured stories.
And on those days we feel utterly horrid, where
We want to hide our faces from the world, or maybe
Rip them off, we wrap them instead in sheets and imagine
Ourselves ghosts in our own safe haven of togetherness –
And kiss through the soft cotton and our anxieties.
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