Love grows on my skin like a lichen.

This is a symbiosis:

Mutualistic photobiont

settles into my bones as

Filamentous fungal cells enjoins 

hyphae to grow at constant distance - 

These hyphae are my hands 

pressed lightly 

parting slightly

Love grows like lichen on my fingers.

I am atop ice-free polar trees,

lost in a sand-free desert. 

This unstructured growth colonizes as it goes

Like a ginger, the pungent taste sharp against your tongue tasting tea

Outwardly, to you, it can look like a scattering of small flakes

Or something wispy

Like cotton-wool teased out to some degree

Love grows like lichen onto every possible substrate on my body.