Bearing with achy patience
Your very presence calms me
Sad and wistful, accepting and not
Feeling the space of your scent
A deep dark primeval thing
Relaxing at the sound of you
Basking in the warmth of your voice
Rolling in its waves, letting it flush over me
Sinking deeper into happy madness
Losing my thought, my mind, my heart
I'm sorry I cannot be worthy
I feel torn and helpless
Holding on for nothing, grasping at air
What do you want of me?
Be my pretty person please
I cannot make it across the wire
Catch me, I need your safety net
I need solid weight behind me
Won't you be my pretty person?
I have molded myself to your mirror
Wistfully noting where your tracks lay
Writing your name in my dust
Wondering if I can be so perfect as this