A Man I've Come To Love Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

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