You and I must have been a supercontinent in a past lifetime,
Our complementary edges tell the tale.
I nuzzle into you in every way I can,
Filling your spaces, taking your heat,
See? We fit.
You and I must have been a supercontinent in a past lifetime,
Our drift caused by bubbling doubts and anxious convection currents.
I get close every way I can,
Creating a mountain range with my leg over yours,
See? We fit.
You and I must have been a supercontinent in a past lifetime,
The bones in us say we were.
You turn me over onto you,
The ocean of your duvet follows,
See? We still fit.
Guacamoulee 