We met at the confluence,
When my air in your lungs spoke my words but with your tongue.
When my hair curled down your face,
Touched my lips but carried your taste.
When your dress sat on my hips and my lipstick was your lips.
When my jeans wrapped around your legs and I was on my knees when you needed to beg.
When my hair grew from your pores it was your beard on my jaw.
When your makeup softened my complexion and my most honest moments felt like your confessions.
When my figure was your body,
Where you made some mistakes,
So I said sorry.
The confluence,
Where the words I and you become useless so I love you,
Just didn't do it we'd just say the word love and then sit in silence to prove it.
When my knee under your skin joined my thighs to your shins and my ankles joined your legs to my feet and we walked the same path where we promised with me.
When my heart under your ribcage beat your blood through my veins and my veins fed your arms with my reactions till we couldn't tell the difference between us.
When my pain was a passion,
The confluence.
When my lids covered your eyes and your teeth clenched in my mouth.
When my sights were all you saw so my fears became your doubts.
When my left hand joined your right when we came to pray to keep it alive.
Where your hands definitely cut my wrists but I still called it suicide.
The confluence,
Where when it was over only half a face was left and half a skeleton lay broken.
Half my heart beat half my pulse and half his chest and less than half my words were spoken.
Half a bird seemed to chirp,
Half a song and half a tree.
When us became you again and we became me.
When us became you again and we became me.
