It didn’t happen by chance
But all it took was a glance
Which I wasn’t expecting
And I knew that we would begin this dance
Of our limbs moving.
Soon our bodies became cogs in a machine
Intertwining so perfectly
The rhythm of you matched the rhythm of me
And I couldn’t imagine to be
How did I live my life for so long without you
And I thought, there’s no way that this is real
All these things that I can feel
That I never thought I could feel before
Until you came along.
Who knew that a small piece of flesh
extending from more flesh
That’s extending from larger flesh
Could make me feel connected.
We were trees except Picasso was the one who painted us
Our branches stemming from random places
And the dimensions of our faces
Still had lines but it wasn’t bark.
It was soft. And it was warm.
And we could shift our features to reflect how we felt
Where the windows to your soul could make me feel cold
Or could make me melt.
Love is something no machine can understand
Because it doesn’t get how your calloused, clammy hand
Correlates to my happiness.
It doesn’t get why I can’t get
Your laugh out of my head,
That I can only sleep on the right side of the bed
Because yours is the left.
The machine would only analyze what you said
But it wouldn’t care about the way your lips looked perfect
When they moved.
The way you moved affected my life
The way our bodies moved through the world affected my life.
Your body was not just a vessel with your soul as its passenger
Your soul was an artist that turned itself into a mobile masterpiece.