we were lost

we were lost to the world
and we lost our souls
in the mud of that shed
and we slipped in the mud 
and we made it our bed

and we stayed there
and I became aglet to your grommet
and laced you in leather
and the leather left marks
on wrist and on chest
and the scars I still bear
that you left

and you fit me like fingers in gloves
and I fit you like feet 
in a favorite pair
of old shoes
and our love 
worn to a thinness 
that tore like wet tissue
like the cotton shift 
that you barely wore

and I lost track 
of where the scent 
of the speckles
of mud on
your face 

ended

and the taste 
of your freckles 
began



In response to whimsy-mimsy's challenge...