The Things I See When You are Looking Away

I know you now,

not just the landscape of your body

though I know it well.

The twists and turns,

the smooth curves that lead to places

where dreams and visceral reality form a close bond.

I know you,

as the sea knows the beaches it visits

in repetition on constant change.

One continually changing the shape and texture

of the other,

the other changing the flows and force

of the one.

I know the voice that echoes

within the chambers of my heart,

laughter that sprays onto the high, dry places

bringing sweet relief to old sorrows.

I know you, as we dance.

This eternal waltz that has been back and forth

long before my first wave caressed those foreign shores.

I knew you before the first drop that formed me,

before the first grain that formed you.

We have always been, even before we were

and will be, after our memory has dwindled.

Our echoes reach out into the void

in all directions.