“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”
Mawlana Jalal-al-Din Rumi

He comes to me from
The shadows of
My dreams,
A shade wrapped
In darkness,
Yet brilliant
In his presence.
With his slightest touch
I am freed
From everyday existence
To fly with him
Through the night
And out among the stars.
He emboldens me
With his acceptance,
And cherishes me
With his smiles and
Tender caresses.
He makes me whole,
Not by adding to me,
But by showing me
What is already there,
And by loving me
In my entirety.

c. 2022