You are the unknown one.

You are the schoolgirl flush
that descends with your name,
the wondering gaze at the sky,
the brooding moment when hands
are still and the mind flies
beyond will.
You are the game, the old one
deep and strong as hills roots'
delving, the bright one
man has been playing since the
cave, of nerve and wonder.
Picture you alive and breathing
somewhere sundered from me
by ground and air
yet near, near you
black-haired myth, you man
alive that moves my pulse,
mind-latches me, all enquiry and
inquisitiveness I
anticipate the unknown
one you are
and wonder -
you, alive and breathing
at my side.
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