Lover, I am watching you,
for I want to know all of you:
from your smile,
. but it's not your smile:
it's a silver-blue sparkle
. from behind your eyes,
or two smooth curves,
. rising, across your cheeks,
or the curve of your mouth,
. bending up, to linear and beyond;
from your body,
. but it's not your body:
it's a silver-gold-tan blur of motion,
. begun by silver and tan,
. by the light behind your eyes,
. followed by the drifting-gold afterglow
. of your hair streaming after,
or the taut lines of your arms,
. converging at that point behind your eyes,
. now closed and looking inward,
. striving to find the source of that lifelight
. of a moment of ecstasy,
and the rising and falling of your breasts,
. velvet-textured in the moonlight,
. moving in time with your search for the source
. and slowing,
. as the search ends and the source is known;
these and more, ever more,
whose sum is you,
are the beauties I know as I watch;
I see myself, smiling your smile,
. from within me,
moving through the day with you,
. slightly ahead, then slightly behind,
then breathing my breaths,
. that you may work to breathe yours
. while making mine seem impossible to find;
in these ways each of us moves into the other's life;
we learn one another as we learn ourselves,
. gaining an added dimension
. by reflection, each in the other,
as we live,
alone,
together,
and watching... . . jpm.28dec69, alone.