I know you like I know my hands
I know the basic facts
four fingers, one thumb on each hand
brownish black complexion
fingernails polished brown
some will say that’s all I need to know
that that information is sufficient for now
cause what I don’t know apart from that is how many little lines are on each palm
how each of those lines differ
how every little scar on each hand got there
how the ruffles at the front of your fingernails differ
why some of the nails on one hand are bent slightly
why the others are perfectly straight, and so much more
I don’t know the little things
the things some will way transcends a factual into an intimate relationship
Yet because of my relationship with you I will reject that argument
Explain how knowing more facts about you cannot ever make us any closer
That through personal experiences with you I’ve come to know you
On much more than a factual basics
And how I see intimacy as knowing more than just the lines on each hand
But having a bond formed on so much more
You have touched what others never will
You know me more intimately than any other in this body
for now
You have been used to tear down
To build up
For reconciliation
For support
The list goes on
And though there never seems to be enough time for me to find out all the little details
Like how many scars are on each hand and lines one each palm
I know that I know you
And you, you know me
You've touched parts that not everyone has touched on me
we have a bond formed on more than what is seen
So thankfully I appreciate what I know about you now
and who knows
maybe one day
If there will ever be time
I'll get to the facts about you in depth and it'll only add to my knowledge of you
Change anything? I still don't think so
But who knows?