You, palpable.

You, tactile, visual.

You before breakfast taking pleasure from my body.

I would recognize you anywhere, even with the gathering of time.

If I had no eyes, I would know you by Braille,

ever lucid on my lids.

I could feel you with no hands,

hear you with no ears, sense you by the aura you emanate.

The  corona that crowns you embraces and includes me.                              

By that alone,  I would know that you are… 

the silence behind your words,

the seer behind your eyes.

You are a magnetic force, not by your deeds–yes or no;

And I am a distant star destined to circle you from afar.