between

the way i think of you,
in fragments, in syllables,
in a baby's broken mouth
words that fall between us
with a wedge of meaning,
that slips past our throats,
and tears at the heart,
we could only understand,
with undesired longing,
and live with as whispers
is when i don't even think
i could be so beautiful
in your eyes, is to fall
deeper than my roots,
for someone i must love