Whine of a Dog

My hands are too cold for my liking I don't want to hold your cheek And have you remember my touch As anything but home and warm They say I only love my words and feeling But I love that I love you And you love me, too I love that you live in everything, Everywhere, all at once Your scent wafting through A desolate library And in my bedsheets, warm at night Your eyes in every scintillating rock Covering the bed of the river That we thrash in, only in dreams Your pain in every whine of a dog And every tear I shed That burns my eyes And tickles my cheeks Your happiness in every laughing baby And fox prancing through the forest Your life in every breath And brushstroke of mine In the sun That gives me a radiating warmth And your soul In the wind, the grass, the sea, Anything and everything That can be