I am sensible of your nearness,
strange to me as the scent of the wild rose.
My senses numbed I seek you,
you, foundation of all the living.
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In one another's lives we dwell
under black constellations.
Somewhere, there is unfathomable tenderness,
a trust such as the blind alone may know.
I listen to your pulse
like a stream that's stirring underground.
Your very bones, too, I love,
perishability's temple.
Our wrinkles are rich in mystery,
like a scroll that's sealed.
Our faces are nothing but dark mirrors,
it's someone else we love in one another's lives.
Someone is coming forward to meet us
out of the depths of one another,
someone who waits like a secret Eden
in the desert of our devotion.