Tesselation

Tesselation

In my darkest moments,
When my entire identity is exploding from my bones,
Like a creature from a Drive-In movie,
We are Jack Spratt and his wife.

It is good that you love even the surplus me,
The me that goes above and beyond ,
Above the waistline of my jeans.
Beyond the skeletal grip of fashion.

I know why you love me.
It’s because when we lie together, our knees fit together exactly.
It goes beyond mere aesthetic. It is intelligent design,
That your knobbling knees could fit so into mine.
Like flat-packed bunk beds from Ikea
(Or fat packed, in my case).

Together we tessellate into whatever is above or beyond
The dam of my flesh.
You could tile us to a wall and never see the grooves.
So too fits your heart, your hand into mine.
Your words are grouted to my mouth,
And mine to yours.
Our laughter is the letter L.
My love, my laminate flooring.