I rip open your back, take out your spine and find out what's inside. With my fingers I count your vertebrae and put my lips on your heart. You are biology, but so much more; with sparks in your hands and oceans in your eyes. I am hidden in footprints in the snow. I am hidden in the lines of your skin. In laugh lines, in hand maps and the flesh of your mouth and I just wish I could climb into your skin.