Resonance

I miss you in my bones.
Bones which, when you're near,
form a cradle to rock us both.
Bones which when you're near
resonate on a frequency
I've never felt before.
You are some substance,
pouring through me -
joy distilled, perhaps,
the better to fill my body.
Quench my thirst.
I miss that resonance
when we're apart,
that fulfillment...
but if I'm quiet, I find it there;
find that, even from a distance,
you are humming in my bones.

~October 2009