Vessels of Love

The thing about denial is that exclusivity makes him tremble like a leaf, and I quiver at the thought of him slipping through my fingers, without holding on as our mutual feelings underpin our dilemma, and neither of us want to part ways, knowing that he's everything that conjures and reawakens my spirit.
  
It’s as if my heart beats solely for him, alone, and I were the missing vowels that were in his name.  
    
He wasn't an ordinary glass of milk, he was like a bubble gum rainbow flavoured milkshake that I savoured as he kept me full, and sated, in between long sips of his feisty temperament.  
   
He was unchartered waters, in which I’d tread to keep myself afloat, and if given half a chance, I’d gorge myself on him forever as he was sickly sweet and filled me deep, in between all his lies and deceit as my heart beat me for being so weak, but in between his heartbeat, was where I nestled.  
   
He revealed himself after I tip toed through the darkest corners of his heart, and down the corridors within the seediest recesses of his mind, only to find myself humming the same chime that his heart hums silently.  
 
Waiting patiently for him to untangle himself, as I unravel myself to fit the missing pieces of him, deep inside of me until we both reverberate upon the length of one another, in sweet unison.  
   
When his hands touch the side of my cheek, and he slides his hand down the side of my naked lean frame to rest it upon my nape, its in that very moment where the fusion of biology & chemistry creates a spark, and fireworks light up the night sky, as we blossom upon one another.  
   
I fell into the cracks of all his monumental internal wounds, and infused the essence of my love inside of him in an attempt to seal the hairline fractures that existed throughout his pysche, and he triggers my chemical imbalance as I become immersed by the probabilities & possibilities.
 
Even, at the risk of him evicting me for being so blasé with the place in which he carved for me, in the cavity of his chest.  
   
Little does he know, I need perimeters and boundaries to run within, like boundary fences that were lodged in between his heart and mine, to ensure we’re not abrasive like sandpaper upon one another.  
 
Just, until I can whisper gently, the words that'd bring us closer together as those words sit upon my palate each time he withdraws his affections, and I sulk at his blatant stubbornness, waiting for him to give me some clarity.  
   
I suppose, what I really wanted to say, was that he's not lost on me because I felt him on the inside, in the depths of my heart, constantly piercing my thoughts from dusk to dawn, as if he were standing right next to me.    
   
He’s such a heavenly creature and we’re merely, vessels of love, anchored to one another.