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.