Shapes
Shapes
My body has a shape
When it is pressed against you
My body finds its shape
Like half a map meets its other self
Your desire has a shape
When it is covered in my palm
Your desire finds its shape
Like a bird coming back to its nest
Our love has a shape
When we hold each other on a strange bed
Our love finds its shape
Like a lost memory finds its way home
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