You held me 

Caressing flesh

Tracing curves

Turning your porcelain skin in circles 

around mine

My body, scarred 

lived in

Yours smooth

untainted, crisp

like an unsealed envelope

Enveloping me

 

A marble sculpture of a man,

His lover and hand cracked off long ago, yet here he is 

Reunited 

With his other

Half

He works to memorize her form

Creating a mental blueprint of her curves

flesh

dimples

For if they ever became parted once more

He must strive to remember what he lost

Hold on to the beauty that was once 

his

Connected at the fingertips

To me

His lover

 

It was In circles you ran 

With your fingers on my 

form

Fingers on my spine

Fingers grasping at heart strings,

mine.