You know everything
there is to know.

Who I am, and who I was
last time round.

How I carry myself
(eyes forward, head high)

when there's a chasm
gaping in my chest

and how my voice wavers
when I'm overcome with joy.

You know what I yearn for
even the parts I don't admit.

How impossibly lucky
I feel, because

I get to fall asleep
with you in my heart

and begin every day
by greeting you.

You know how much
beyond words means.

I wrote a response to this prompt in prose, but I wasn't satisfied with it. It felt like it was all stuff I'd said before. So I scrapped it, and wrote this poem instead. I think it's part of the same series of love poems to the Beloved which began with Your voice knocks.

I'm participating again this year in #blogElul, an internet-wide carnival of themed posts aimed at waking the heart and soul before the Days of Awe. (Organized by Ima Bima.) Read #blogElul posts via the Elul tag; last year's posts are now available in print and e-book form as See Me: Elul poems.