My Thoughts Are You Often

I think often of where we''ve been, the secrets we shared in those private moments when a full house slumbered and we laid awake in silent beating conversations between hearts.
I think often of the way your sighs drove me to completion and how the utterance of my name leaving your honied tongue set forth me becoming what I am and always was.
I think often of how I both lost and found myself in the mural of our journey and how it felt for my soul to be summoned over the walls that it laid hollowed and buried behind.
I think often of the way you held my wreckage to your chest embracing every piece and how I love you though spoken only between our eyes reflecting the others seemed to set stitches to my still bleeding wounds.
I think often of the way you taunted my reach, always present on the outskirts of my heart, but never belonging to me...but you did....not in the way that flesh holds to flesh, but the way two souls mimic each other.
I think often of my soul hoping it is wrapped tightly to your chest sighing the soothing of your heartbeat and smiling I love you's from eye to eye.