Made for Him

souls split in half
each searching through timeless dimensions
as the gods and goddesses laugh
at the futility of finding the one
special person destined to make you feel
whole, complete, replete, resplendent
the aching answer
to the perennial question
why am i here?

for his hands to hold
his eyes to behold

as though his rib was taken
and shaped to create me especially
to fit around his body
his hands perfectly sized
to gently to cup my face
his tongue to lave, nip and lick at
my sweet, tangy essence
and remind me
from where i came
my lips to slide against his mouth
awash in the flavors of him
to taste and remember
to whom i belong
for whom i was made