Little black book

 I want to take
a tour
Of your scars
get to know
Every beautiful
Flaw
That makes you
You

I want to
Trace
Your curves
With my finger tips
Connect the dots
From you
to me

drawing an imperfect
line from your center
To mine

And keep you etched
There...

A little black book
of flesh.

Yours, and Mine...

Then we can start...

Tearing out the pages
Of all the other details
Except our own.