I Love You with my Eyes Closed

I love you with my eyes closed. I love of you the unseen. You’re
A miracle, the life of my death. You’re my Scripture, my
Psalmic prose. I dance in spirit—knitted with anguish, for my
Love, the agony of Job. But you gait through my psyche with
Such grace; whereby, panic seizes my sanity; thus I tremble
Feverishly, alive in my death. My trestle is flooded with love
Letters. And my spirit is rhapsodic to dream. You’re a miracle,
Drenched in passion. I see you, adrift the clouds. I hear you,
The silence of the cave. I’m rapt in your essence, my living
Love, without want, claim, nor promise! This is my vow! It’s
The midnight sun, afflicting my soul. It’s the daylight moon,
Afflicting my spirit. I love you with my eyes closed. You’re
A miracle, my flaming vision. Death has never tasted so sweet.
And life has never abounded so freely. I love you.