If I didn’t know you
I would think you are
just like millions of other men,
but it’s too late for that,
for, as the fox
learned to know Saint-Éxupéry’s Little Prince,
I learned that you shine
your touch-whispers
through the sun,
and stroke moonskin
with soft fingertips,
and paint the sky
with the glorious colours of your heart.
(10 September 2011)
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