From He To Shining She Poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo

All I have are words right now
not all them really count -
some modify what thought I had
about who you truly are -
but they all aim to please
the You I hope you are -

some hidden entity
aura blazing from your plaintive verse
that struck me mortal blow
begged mist be moved
to see the you I know
not
at all.

Your scripted voice
lies distant
shrouded anonymity
black on white sheets alone.

Do I want to know you
more than passing wisps
electric skies of binary codes?

Could you want to flow
sweet river on my ancient bed
through chasms of some vast unknown?

The mystery of who we are
three thousand miles apart
is as close to revelation
as the words of mine
that kiss the lips
that swear devoted prayer
to give the love of who I am
to all of only you to share.