My picture of you cries

and in empathic warmth

for your laminar flame

peach hues of your skin

I shelter a sigh --

a slower afternoon passes

in eidetic pleasure:

with a note of sadness

a certain taste of  your entity

I identify your print

Recognized you are

but who am I?

a recollection of paint drops

bottled spots and folded lines

my features have become

elusive - diluted is my image

to strengthen sense of self

My picture of me fades

and I feel this life from within

in candlelit warmth, as we once were

when faceless and sinless

free of this burden, we loved

not in fake uniqueness

and mirrored delusion,

never hypnotized or self-absorbed

Again today, I let you recognize me

as I look at you

[at all of you]

and let myself love