who?

You in pieces
Jig sawed
In a playful silhouette
A denim shirt
Soft whispers of a picture’s eye
In a silken touch
A cat’s nimble laze
A child’s smile
An eagle in the sky
The smell of your nearness
Across an ocean perhaps
Between lines of prose
In many colors of a sun swept morn
In songs of life
And yet we are strangers
Each, a complete half
A face undecided
Amidst a smile, and a sigh.