Interlocked

Flesh never fathomed itself

Into puzzle pieces

Until your jaw rested in the crook of my neck.

Your heartbeat

a lulled, molasses punch from your chest

through

my back

until my heart felt it too.

Your body temperature became my favorite climate.

I’d sacrifice all the perfect posture in the world

to model the shape of us.

Never has a being felt as blessed being landlocked

as I do with your frame around the back of me,

The breeze of your breath at the nape of my neck.

Who needs oceans when you’re in the arms of the holy land?

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