Perfected Imperfections

Am I repeating in your heart? Is my name the sharp gasp you lisp in your breaking dream?
I am thinking of you now as I do when your absent from reach.
An ache I flourish in to know you ache tormented as me.
Understand why I call for you....
Know I fear this silence will hold without your arms to warm my soul.
I am best cradled in your whispers, coddled by your heart beats,
Privy to myself, but long to know the contours of your shadow,
To reflect your enchantment in my eyes,
To be savage in our picking of threads from bone.
In the hours spent to mingle with your freshly pressed imprints and a smile you left taped to the refrigerator door,
I touch your words with my longings, repeating your name in my pen.
I thinks oh how you fill the silence in my chest,
How I am steady footed and grounded in your roots growing in my soil.
Livid in your attentions, the cold brushing on to find another to torment in its winds.
I am warm....
Wrapped in you, coiled limbs and the ever present ache beneath the heart,
Amazingly pieced together in imperfect tides,
We are beautiful ever after...every night.