you’re the button.
If I didn’t wrap
myself around you
there’d be nothing to hold

onto.  You’re my safety
pin. They’d be gaps. Nothing to protect
my skin, on those very cold, windy
days. I’m just a cut-out notch that

hangs loose and open. You’re
firmly held in place. Everyone sees
your face. But when we join
my hole is filled, secured around

you. I need you to
complete me. We fit together
perfectly. It’s the way
we were both made to be.