Anybody
Can be a soul—
Thick,
Subtle,
Transitory as
A straightforward apparition
In a window glass.
In any case, you are more:
You're an aroma,
A substance
That can't be contained—
Entering,
Overpowering,
Attacking my space
A shade
Of violet
In pre-winter mists.
An amaryllis,
Once in a while noisy.
In any case, correlations limp
You surpass analogies
You're more than this,
More than you appear...
More than my words
Ever make known.
