I am not one with you-

You are the sun while
I’m in your shadow,
the dust motes that dance riot
in the light round your shoulders,
the crumbled leaves
that blow hollow through your halo,
the water
that slices your wings-
no more than another face
bare with the desire at wanting you-
and if I should hide that face
within my hands-
so as not to watch you pass by,
pass over me like a squall
as i hover in your wake
I’ll just be a rain cloud.
A torrent for you-
a storm waiting to break.