He comes to me
as if within imagination
yet he is more
for he is form
appearing here right now
in front of me
that I may see his eyes
and know him
without seeing through him

He touches me
upon my cheek
so gently now
that I can't help
but to reciprocate
and I know he feels
my energy already formed

He seeks not to dissect
but in his very gentleness
he tells me
he would rather know me whole
and he allows
the time and space
and grace that flows between
to flower into opening

in streams of pastel colors now
his form approaches mine
that we may find
our opposite need never
oppose or transpose
but rather blend
within a spectrum that includes
all shades of color

seen and therefore known
and then the rush
of coming home . . .


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