Can't sleep poem

You're not like me.
The paper envelope of skin
Beneath my swirl-bottomed stamp is like the
stubby side of velcro to the touch...
iron shavings spilt all over cool enamel.
The winter
brought me back into the warmth,
Soft smouldering
chestnuts in a crumpled newspaper
Glint, '

'You made me real.'

My feelings
are true
Because I love them,
But you must perceive them
Else I cannot let them fly.

My sailing ship
Has great billowing clouds of alabaster,
An open page
So long as you hear me.

I'll make my journey on this sea
as long as you're near me.
Become the ebb and flow of my life,
So long as you listen,

I'll love you long as I can.