Who is this lover?
This One stretches out to me with smoky finger clouds
through just-before-the-dawn sky
This One gives me a single planet shining
above the rusty new horizon
He flows into my lungs
She curls the corners of my lips
Later today he will knock on my door
call on the phone
bring me tea, accept a smile and
give a laugh
She will be in the tease of the waitress
and the play of the teenager grabbing
my hand to share a sock-slide
across the hardwood floor
This One is beyond what I can see
and is right here in black tree silhouettes
and white snow
Right here as he plays his herald to the day
past the calm prelude, through notes of
lusty crimson, orange and pure amethyst
And now the bright comes
washing our sky though shades of newborn blue
Who is this lover?
Look around you, look inside you
In singularity and multiplicity
in moment, in motion
in existence
Beloved
One
It is You
December 19, 2004
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