Sweet love,

I see you.

Beyond the sparkle
the bursting geyser
Your fire gasping
in its exuberance.

I see you
in the quiet under the covers.
In the low weariness.

You are there in the river of thoughts
who came, left
and never received the honor of being remembered.

You wonder
what being seen in your fullness
would feel like
so you try to remove the mask,
to shed the heavy dress to say
–HERE I AM–

and yet you wonder, what might be seen two steps to the left?

Truth, such a tricky question.

Here’s what I see:

You care, deeply.

Your devotion holds the only truth that matters.

Love.

Every question, every breath, is your longing for communion.