It is a gift, I know
that when you are shining
I can close my eyes & stare
into your face, feeling warmth
—somehow: even though
the void between us is a frozen vacuum.
My eyelids contain a red world
saturated with your light & heat;
I might be on a beach, or in
a deep blue sky’s new snowfall field,
the rest of my body irrelevantly cold or hot:
you become all I know.
Anyway, I don’t keep track
what happens in that little world
though it often seems more real
more meaningful than all the rest.
When I exit the portal, back on Earth
it takes a long time to adjust
and for a while everything looks very blue.
March 2020
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