A Werner Projection

You and I can say and feel with certainty
That our toes have become one,
I have twenty of them all of a sudden,
And so do you when we wiggle them,
The fingers moving over me remain yours,
But my back is their property
Though now I own your spine and ribs,
We share goose bump craters in common,
Along with breaths like tides,
Certain spaces fold together in the darkness,
And the only thing that is split is the room
That our indigo halos of embrace divide.