Color my Vision

the shimmering color of your eyes reflects where i am lacking.
to see into your soul is to get a glimpse of mine.
the feeling of knowing you is more than i can know
all at once; so much beauty devine.
the touch of thin rough fingertips measuring against my own,
small and weak, and yet so perfectly they fit.
so tenderly, ive known it not in so long of a time,
a memory so long forgotten, i should not have recognized it.
the gentle grip in which you hold what you consider precious,
when all along i am expecting a rough handle.
the glorious surprise of being there within your arms,
as i slowly come to life, like a once dead candle.
to realize such bliss within such painful experiences
is to know you; simply and plainly.
although the hurt inside is eating me alive as i compose,
i seem to find the self control to live sanely.
it comes so easy not to touch you, or to hold you when forbidden,
and this confuses so within me deep.
how is it that love can be so physically ignorant,
and yet the hearts together sinking deep?
the feeling of the sound of the words that you repeat
are so different from the times that i have heard them before.
why are you so different, yet so perfect in your essence,
that you can see a used worn piece of flesh: and this, adore.