He

When two are one; yet separate.

he is with me
yet away from me
in me
yet outside of me
one

he is logic
yet not reason
part me
beyond mindfulness
none

he is dream
yet not chimera
genuine
yet not really
mine

he is love
yet more than
ardor
yet not really
love

he is all
yet less than
everything
yet much more
still

he is mine
yet his own
diametrical
yet different
parallel

he is sea
yet an island
haven
yet drowning
naked

he is fire
yet water
cool
yet fervent
burning

he is tongue
yet lips
soft
yet searching
quiescent

he is me
yet not me
same
yet different
identical

Reviews

[Chris]

We live to touch a dream.
And when, even AS, we do we soar
And soar…
‘til we don’t know why –
But we let go
And life …remains.

Chris.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Thank you, Chris. WOW! You plucked an old one off the shelf, probably had to blow dust off of it. I actually read the poem before the review to familiarize myself with it again. Ever read something of yours that's really old and marvel at the write? Good or bad, it's just a wonder to look back and ponder the mind space that you were in at the time. Writing is such a progression over the years.

[Chris]

When you write stream-of-consciousness you encapsulate bits of you ...that remain timeless but very, very you. When we reread our "thoughts" we become them again.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Minute reflections … You should really start posting again. Your work is too profound not to. With you, I always feel like you have the upper hand, knowledge to be gleaned, and lessons to be learned.

[Chris]

Chuckling here... you ARE a Keeper and I would - in a style to which I am unaccustomed.