Your hands full of my hips.
My fists full of your hair.
I want you and ache for you,
it feels like it's been forever
nothing changes
we're fit like puzzle pieces
from completely different boxes.
It shouldn't be like this.
We shouldn't match so well.
And yet, the shadow of your back
in the wall of this room,
your face hidden in the crook of my neck
invites me to pull you closer

until
we
break.