He approaches me as if I light the moon each night 

         Hands extending in wonder, seeking to understand 

         Adoration that permeates every juncture

         Awestruck premonitions of “it is you” 

Revelations as complex as the cosmos.

He contemplates me as if I am a mirage 

Hesitant arms encircle me, solidifying into the hope of permanence 

A vision he seeks to keep on earth 

Reaching to embrace me before I am even near  

Introspection as profound as our silence 

He gazes at me as if I dusted the cosmos with stars 

Flashing eyes open wider, as if he cannot see enough 

Twinkling moss memorizes me 

Images burning into history 

Connection as expansive as our universe 

He speaks to me as if I am divine 

Whispers that sound like prayers meant for a god

Confessions offered in sacred vulnerability 

Familiarity weaving into roots 

Soul ties as binding as orbits

He avows my worth as if I am a celestial being

         My soul incomprehensible in the mortal realm 

I question if I can mean that much 

“You know, you have to know” 

Truth as evident as constellations