I fell in love with a man I've known for some time.
I speak, though often his words only percolate in his mind.
I like how the sun beats red on his feather-white face,
or how his chest bounds in sounds through pursuit, in chase.
Every wrinkle, brush of bruise, a stroke of beauty in my eye,
I've come to accept, walk alongside, and stand with him by and by.
Even in sickness — in wickedness! — together we wait.
No matter the depth of enveloping dark alone we elate.
Often in solitude we walk in manifold ways:
under stars, white clouds, dark trees, or my favorite: the sputtering rain.
But as close as we've come I still feel so far,
looking in the mirror I still wonder who you are.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem