How can I describe your presence, I can’t, I won’t
There is nothing that compares to it.
Words would taint it, sully it, how can I do that to you.
But, what else can I talk about, there is nothing else
worth mentioning.
It is the sweet darkness of death, the insensitive stark light of love, unbearable to the senses unfathomable to the mind yet I can not live without it.
It is always there just out of reach, in the corner of your eye, unseeable, burning the retina with its bright presence.
The moment I look for it, it is gone.