If I could wear you
like a favourite shirt
snug against my skin
I would snuggle
into your embrace
savour your warmth on me
till the end of my days
And when they lowered me
into the grave
they would have to
strip you off my bones
even as they marvelled
at how perfectly we fit
But it was never a surprise
For you were tailor-made for me
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