In the depth of your entity

who are you?

Past all the imagined and social and familiars and authoritatives, who are you?

Behind those endless eyes and that fierce rationality of you, beyond the steadiness of belief, disregarding the name and the age that you define,

that we lie ensconced in

why are you, here? in every breath of me, in every moment that matters to me, in the life that I live so much

for the reason of you.

I still shake from fear, of being without the smell and firmament of you.

Steady as the untethered can be, as I was am and will be, you are the ground and I am of you.

And who are you?

You, not defined by me or of me.

Not limited to me and I will it so,

because you are the freedom that I have idealized and while I am and am nothing, you are! And moreover, free to be.

Free for me to ask really, without authority or animosity but maybe slightly enviously,

You,

who is here,

who is with me and without,

who are you? I love you.

You. Without really knowing you.