I clipped my nails this morning
And mourned the loss of that claw-like keratin
It is strange to consider
        -it is lost in the carpet
That it will never again mark your skin
As I burrow into you

I will grow another
Proteinaceous remnant of evolution
To defend against the void
         -black holes are strange
That aches to consume me
Should I be deprived of you

Yet it will not hold the memory
Of the skin cells I stripped
Your flesh folding like the shirt
         -it lies forgotten on the floor
That befell the same fate
When you settled in my lap