The Idea of Us

I have had a love affair with the idea of you

You are like a tiptoe and then a hurricane

Dancing so softly on the edges of my mind

And when you slip away I am in a madding ache for the remnants of your skeleton

Your bones and muscles which caress my soul

And your words, across the matter between the front and back of a crinkled piece of paper

Sent from the time you felt inclined to think of me

And when I am most creative

Just before I fall asleep

I am inclined to think of you and wonder about the space where your upper and lower lips meet

Where your head touches the pillow

Where the blanket fills the creases between your toes

Though I have yet to trace the constellations of your freckles across your back

I have had a love affair with the idea of you and me as a single entity

Tracing each other's memories of what we used to be when we were just ideas