i don’t think
my fingers belong anywhere else
than in between yours:
when we interlace hands,
click,
they fit right into place
like a key into a lock.

i don’t think
my lips belong anywhere else
than pressed against yours:
when we kiss,
click,
it’s like they were built for each other,
and sparks  go flying.

i don’t think
you belong anywhere else
than by my side:
if you take on the world with me,
click,
everything will be
as it should.