My lover – he feels blank –

My lover – he feels blank –

His personality shows through

Those shades of love and kindness

And fears held in check by curfew –

Neither brown nor yellow nor black

But blank with diamond edges

That detect Truth and what

I give back that simply is –

Neither opaque nor translucent

Nor what spectroscopy in between

But fashioned by the eye of God –

Made whole in splendid being.

Neither is love red nor pink

Rather crystalline and pure

And sparkles – discreet –

Behind some rare perimeter.