Puzzle pieces

Like some codes seem to make more sense before they are broken, you meant something to me as long you were wrapped in queerness and mistery. Now that you lay here, bare, revealed, milk-white skin covered in sweat, you turn out to be as absurd as everything else. Like an image beautiful and magic, torn down to puzzle pieces to reveal it's intrinsic nature - which is what? A handful of atoms thrown down at the stars
that landed here, close to me,

could have landed somewhere else, could have taken any other shape.