I think I'll tell you that we're starting to fuse together,

To fit into each others groves

And into each other's  notches

I think I will let you know that like carved wood,

We fit together.

That you fit with me like my skin fits my body,

Like air fills my lungs.

I'll show you how we fit,

My hand in yours,

My head upon your chest,

Our fingers laced like the the fibres of a basket

Like stars we have  aligned

With our legs evenly intertwined

You elicit my smile and and learn about my silence,

I start to know your far off gaze and understand your shyness.