I Loved You Before I Was Born

I loved you before I was born.

It doesn't make sense, I know.

I saw your eyes before I had eyes to see.

And I've lived longing

for your ever look ever since.

That longing entered time as this body.

And the longing grew as this body waxed.

And the longing grows as the body wanes.

The longing will outlive this body.

I loved you before I was born.

It doesn't make sense, I know.

Long before eternity, I caught a glimpse

of your neck and shoulders, your ankles and toes.

And I've been lonely for you from that instant.

That loneliness appeared on earth as this body.

And my share of time has been nothing

but your name outrunning my ever saying it clearly.

Your face fleeing my ever

kissing it firmly once on the mouth.

In longing, I am most myself, rapt,

my lamp mortal, my light

hidden and singing.

I give you my blank heart.

Please write on it

what you wish.