I come to you

I come to you
You come to me
There is giving of self

I am present for you
You are present for me
When we are together, it is alive, it is living


As I write, I see myself
Holding your face in my hands
Kissing your eyelids, your lips


So few the times I have been able to come to you,
So few the times you are able to come to me
Yet, somehow it has happened.

I long to wake up with you
I long to lie in repose like Buddha
Waiting, waiting for your return.

I come to you
You come to me
It is enough.


For now.