I offer this only to you, clear view
of vulnerability’s abyss—so
deep into my psyche one becomes two.
It’s here I wait for you. It’s here I glow
from your every
idea, translated
through each motion and mood—closed eyes focused
on all senses, deep breathing related
to faith. I marvel at how your eyes fuse
me to you. I listen to your poem’s
each phrase, follow each image unfolding
through space. I look forward to candle’s dim
light gracing our gaze, shadows enfolding
us into night. Hearing your secret dreams.
Learning this moment is just what it seems.
Roger Armbrust
January 8, 2015
