I am so full of you again today,
wearing you like new clothes
that fit me perfectly.
Having you like a good hair day,
reflecting you with eyes
childlike and glowing,
my body moving gracefully
even while standing still.
My face luminous, blushing,
even in the mirror.
The kind of day when people notice,
gaze at me as if they've never really seen me,
tell me I look handsome,
as if I had not been there
the day before.
Younger,
younger and alive.
They ask if I've lost weight
in an attempt
to explain the transformation.
I cannot tell them it is you
coming over me
growing into me
flooding out of me again.
Those days I set you free,
relax the hold on my heart
and let your love shine through me.
I am so totally absorbed, so full of you,
even dancing in my dreams
your face meeting mine at every turn,
so excited by your presence
that I wake up wearing you,
wearing me,
like some translucent second skin
from the rebirth of another life,
another time
in some kindred, parallel universe
we both inhabit.
It started yesterday.
I felt you growing inside of me
again, pouring through me
like a ceaseless wave
that I cannot suppress;
its brilliance
so enthralling
that it becomes me.
There is so little difference
between the real you and the real me
on that pure and truthful level,
that I end up wearing you
with a smile
that fits so perfectly,
they all think
it is me.
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