I wish you were here...

the way the candle’s flame
dips and sways in the gentle
breeze reminds me of dancing...
I wish that I was in your arms-
reveling in the music our bodies create...

the way the moon shines so brightly
reminds me of your smile
and your eyes...
and I wish that I was gazing 
upon your face,
memorizing every countour...

the way my heart beats for you
reminds me of mahler...
and the tension deep within me
reminds me of shostakovich...
or schoenberg sometimes...
(desire can be dissonant...
beyond all comprehension
and reasonable thought...)

but the only thing I know
is that I feel complete
cohabiting this space with you
and I feel desolate... alone
when you are not here with me.

have I been imagining the tenderness
in your eyes?
your voice?
have I been reading too much into
subtle gestures,
pairings... word choices...
can you not know how much 
you have become my
every waking breath?
my morning, 
noon
and night?

I wish you were here.