After our bodies became one,
skin and bone meshed together,
gnashing like our words comparing
favorite fictional characters
and musical melodies,
tears filled my eyes.
I fell into you.
Trusting you with my heart
as you extended your hands
and took it from me,
placing it in the front pocket
of your t-shirt—
the first t-shirt I bought you
at the thrift store.
The way it started:
trading shirts we found
each other at the thrift store.
As friends we couldn’t stop
imagining what the other
would look best in;
everything was always reusable.
We reused each other’s
comfort and warmth and safety.
I became hooked on the
security you provided me.
You reused my gray towel
every time you stayed over,
making it a lighter shade of gray
over and over
until it was white—
pure.
