The luminous clarity of you,
Evanescent and easy when held,
Unsheltered. I remember it to
Be a fair part of my continuum,
The way I strove for balance,
Among the lithe rope walkers
And substituted fear for grace.
Such flickering precision,
Of the lips, the fingers and the
Eyes spoke of a lovable version
Of life itself in its many layers
And I took it all, on the cusp
Of losing myself to the merits
Of you, plentiful and alive.