Heads, and shoulders
We are intertwined and combined
from old shells
into new selves.
I am bound and twisted into
memories of us
that we have yet to
live but still feel
as a summer's sun kissed slumber.
you and I are holding
naming children after constellations
I’m reading you the poetry of our dreams
You’re building soundtracks from old solitude
We’re molding manifestations of
I've just no clue, who 'you' are.