I can trace the lines where our faces intersect:
Two pools of blue pouring perpendicularly into a matching pair.
Freckles flickering in the same formula over curving cheekbones.
Waves of lips waning into identical winning smiles.
Narrowing noses nearing similar slopes.
So I take my brush and blur the lines into something untracable:
A calculated delusion of warped features,
Until I can't recognize the you inside of me.