come walking over
and find me in
your own way
and tell me who
you've found
with a flower
between your lips
and dew pressed
beneath the tongue.
i am happy
you've found me
sitting beneath the sun
with eyes closed.
i tend to dream that i
know myself as
you know me,
but the image always blurs.
i see me as you do,
approaching, your
eyes mine and
we're smiling.
but nearer...
