allusivity

Your voice
it melts
Like tangerines,
Like glass
which which does not shatter
which becomes water.
I can no longer distinguish it
from the sound.
Isn't it odd that light is given
form when it falls
upon lesser things?
Light is greater than all
the things it falls upon
Yet they add to its magnificence.
They display its glory
Through reflection.
existence. Through being seen.
The play of the shadows
on and around your figure;
This dance of light and metaphysics
is such a display.
They give and they give
one to another.
I see you become.
What isn't you
becoming you,
and it becomes you.
My hand is you
through and through;
what you have made it
by being alive
and luring me
back to my humanity