Unnamable presence

Unnamable presence, immersed in my skin

yet sinking, learning how the presented tint

will ease our new mercy, tout our next win

in a game of our creation, our only stent.

Unwholly yet raw, do I draw you even nearer

in the shadows of my eyes, the face in the mirror.

Let the colors be shorn, the evenings be bright

as the single becomes two in the broader light.

Unruly yet wise, so I speak such down

as the rulings are obvious, our view from the throne.

Let the moments be narrow, the eye of the storm,

that our focus be tantamount to the channels adorned.

First, in the back;

then, from the front;

now, looking upwards,

the sky is undone

as the clouds become lovers,

the ocean sans

mystery or circumspect

for all of the fish, our friends.