Jem, I like this poem of love and emotional communion. The imagery is vivid, suggesting this relationship takes place on several levels, but behind the wish for connection is a fear that floats to the surface. Many of the word phrases used: "my becoming," "contented peace," "whispered refrain," and "rituals of normalcy" have a calming effect, as if the conversation isn't in the physical world but in a slightly metaphysical plane. In the 5th line from the end, "realities unreal but out of our own creation..." I suggest you change one of the words or the other, that is unless you were going for a repetition of consonant sounds, examples are: reality – certainty, assurance; unreal – illusory. Use or ignore them. All in all, you've created a quiet love poem, that speaks of desire, but isn't a desperate pleading.
~Chelle~