I am living
and each moment is a reminder
of my fragile strength
and loving you in lengths,
uneven and lovely
all the same.
I want to read to you,
sing to you,
to scratch for you at the door.
I want to stick you to all the boards
in my kitchen,
to see through you
and into you like a breath.
I want to paint you in this moment
so I'll never forget
the lights on your hollows
and the teeth in your vowels.
But you are miles away,
living with a different name -
no longer named lover,
now just a friend.
I am greedy
waiting for our cycle to end -
when I can kiss you
on the mouth
and turn you inside out
once again.