As I truly am.
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You leaned on the walls
behind the drunk crowd
and everything so bitter
but you divine.
My gaze fell on you like clothe
soft
caressing your brittle form.
I pulled you whole
underwater
in my mind's eye
where all things
shone brighter-blue
where the rage
mellowed.
Your eyes
brown and gold
the first truth for me
your lips
I will worship.
Our spirits communed,
transcending the distance of the room;
hand stretched forth
to feel your face.
The aroma of belonging
I breathe in your love
without distance separating.
We found new life
in my daydream,
the cost of priceless devotion.
I barely heard
“darling soul”
in the dull
and the whispers of two hearts
“You are mine if you give me your hand.”
You saw me
as I truly am
and from you sprung no retreat
In your garments
you came.
