Is like opening doors
to rooms I never knew existed.
To windows filled with light-
prompting, never losing patience.
Loving you is like living
beneath one thousand layers
of air, all emptiness washes away,
promises are held like eggs in the fist.
It is as if I am a blind beggar
and you are a myth. The very man
I envisioned yet ten times over,
the silhouette of my soul
in all of its darkness.