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.