There you are.
A vision cast across the tender warming light of a distant setting sun.
Poised to move.
But wrought in standstill.
Traveling only to and through the stalwart fibrous filaments of my heart.
Golden shards of light illuminate you
make you real
as you stand
there,
in a faintly veiled, distant vision of what my soul wants you to be.
But in flesh, all of what you are with no difference in between:
My love.
My strength.
My sunlight.
You radiate
strength and power
wisdom and beauty.
A physical flight of fancy,
of fantasy,
perfection caressing you,
wind slowly,
sensually flowing,
licking you.
Your gaze soothing my aching heart.
To be so close yet so far away.
The two of us standing here.
Only the breeze of another seaside evening separating us.
And gravity holding us apart,
when all I want is to take a step,
to you.
My all.
My life and my death.
My beauty.
My love.
You are what you are
and I see you.
Free of the lenses through which I see this world.
Rough and tainted, by a life of weary worries and woe.
Lessons learned and others ignored, and hidden to all but you.
Free of me,
just the raw and unfettered you.
Gorgeous.
Perfect.
My Love.
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