somewhere, in the gaps between your teeth
beneath your nailbed
inbetween your batting eyelashes,
at the pit of your hair follicles
in the synapse connecting your nerve endings
you
will always find me.
i will make room for you in between heartbeats
as it prepares for the next contraction.
the milliseconds separating syllables
tucked in my kneepits and
in the cavities of my fingerprints
is where i will
hold onto you.
entangled in memories of nooks and ear nibbles.
my hipbones will always miss your cradling hands.
