I sit close
but not all of you is here
bits of you missing
like an abandoned
puzzle
the heat of your attention
wanders
digging at the bones of your past
hovering impatiently
above tomorrow
I want to collect your thoughts
like shells in a bucket
and fill your limbs
pin you to this moment
beside me
tomorrow I will love you
unselfishly
call on the wind to help
you float
but right now
I want to blush
beneath your gaze.