You in Me

“I think of you in bed, your tongue half chocolate, half ocean…”
— Anne Sexton

Sometimes words run dry

desire doesn't let

any other word

fit my goose-bump skin

my heart is ice

my veins on fire

the palace of memories

crumbles

I think of jigsaws

and half-globes 

do they fit?

like you in me

and I imagine eyes

hands, thighs, feet

you falling sunshine

I a patch of sleet!