The Space I fill

As I amble around, I ramble on how
My soul feels like it is about 80%
Of the size and shape of my body
And it bangs around loosely inside
With a bright, aluminum clatter.

See, you glisten grace from every pore
Where I drench meanings over every word.
And where you wrap your body in a phyllo of style,
I exist in my head so thoroughly
I forget I even have a body.

But lately I’ve wanted to muss your hair
And smudge your lipstick, just a little.
Because something in you reminds me
Of the space I fill in the world.