You are the hair
that goes to sleep
With you every night.

You are the yoga
that rests under your skin when
You wake up in the
Morning.

You are the glasses that go
On and off
All day.

You are the big lips
That kiss me
On Fridays.

You are the hands
And the eyebrows
And the white car
And the green room
And the camera
And the thoughts
And the person,

Who is whole.
Who is intelligent.
Who is clean.
Who is whole.
Who is funny.
Who is complete.
Who is whole.

You are whole.

I am whole.

We are whole.

And there is nothing wrong
With being whole,
Each our own,
Each together,
Making two wholes,
Not a single half.