When we lie together
Naked,
Skin on skin.
Our cells don't seem to recognize
That there are alien markers,
For when we try to separate
There seems to be a tearing
At the places where we pull apart.

What we find
At a level deep
Beyond the hypodermis,
Much beyond the subcutaneous,
But down in our DNA,
Is that our cells
Don't see each other
As 'us' or 'not us' any longer,
But only 'welcome,'
And 'one,' and 'the same.'

-jenn