Spoken Silence: Life in 4 Parts

Oil Stains. You have seeped into my skin
Soaked into my pores like
An undiscovered oil
Slowly applied daily
Until my breath begins to taste like you
My eyes begin to speak like you
My laugh begins to sing like you
My mind begins to write like you
My hands begin to think like you
And I smile
At the thought of you
Keeping me warm
Until the sight of you
Becomes enough.