at last

she liked the way her blue nails
looked against his skin
she splayed her fingers across
the nape of his neck
then traced the lines which
mapped the beginning of his smile
she realized the lines, though barely visible,
ran across his cheek, threading down the slope
of his shoulder, past the crook of his elbow,
shooting out the veins in his hand
into hers.

she was full of his smile;
she was full of him,
she was full,
finally,
at last.