200: When I see you, I do not see/you as made of flesh...

When I see you, I do not see

you as made of flesh

I see you made of light

For me a glow enfolds you from

your ear tips, to your toe tips, to your finger tips

Your movement, the shifting of

every color

your stillness, the warming

I want to lay in

          you are a new kind of fire

          you are the color of everything

          you are the chromatic moment—

                    a cardiac-blossoming in my chest

Free me from this cycle,

create for me a new season

I no longer want to be born

          to die

          and to be born again

I want to live once

          just once

I am not asking for a lifetime

just a single moment where

you could be solid for

me that I might hold you

cast your light on the world

but let a ray shine on me

          all I am asking for

                     is a kiss



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