and here I lay,
position similar to that of a fetus
body shaking uncontrollably
from lack of clothing
face soaked in tears
and eyes itchy
scars consume my skin
and replace follicles with past events

and there you stand
staring blankly at me
also shivering.
also naked.
but your face is dry
and your eyes are clear
and your skin is soft;
a well-composed mirror image of myself

and here I call your name,
begging for dry eyes and comfort,
curling into a tighter ball
over these dirty sheets

and there you walk
stop at the bed's edge
crawl to my pitiful form
and curve your own body around mine

and here the shivering stops
the skin heals
the face dries

and there is how our story began