Parts of Me

My hands know every part of you, but not
Yet well enough. They love you as I do:
Completely and without a boundary,
Longing in your absence,
Warmed in your presence.
You are like their thermostat.
Of my heart as well,
Empty in your absence,
Overflowing in your presence,
You like my heart valve,
Like a detachable part of me
That goes away leaving me incomplete.
Warm touchable you who fill my heart
Or must go,
As I wait cold and empty
The seeming eternity
Until your return.
Oh, I’m okay.
But I’d rather have you near
Any day.