I feel your absence like the earth misses the sun,
and grows cold when she is distant,
romancing other ground with her touch.
Be kind to me when I am harsh to you.
It is only because I trust you to love me still,
to love me in my weakness and petty frustrations
which sound so much
like broken glass against the whole.
Be silly with me when I am angry.
You are the only one who can make me laugh
so soon after weeping,
and it is a heady thing,
to be played so intimately by such strange fingers.
Be patient with me when I am afraid of you.
You are everything that I want,
and I fear wanting anything this badly.
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