I am now me
Suddenly natural, sinking
Onto this familiar sofa
Level beside your fluid beauty
In this temperate
Corner of summer.
Our feuds with a broken world
Wind down to a quiet drone
Of emotions over words.
You are more than friend
To be and to understand,
Flow as I turn,
Ignore anxious language
Or mean for me
When sentences wither.
Beyond this language
I have met you.
Now being me
I have torn myself
From politics of the eyes
Or grammar of my syntax.
Being here
Meeting you
On the levelest plain of meaning.
Today, I may be me
Though foreign,
Human beyond the difference.
