as previously hinted, 14 years before Sting:::

I Am Watching...

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.