I am fixed upon your image. My fingertips ache to graze the line Of your cheek, my tongue eager to taste the oblivion pooled in the cup of your shoulder, and read aloud the sacred cushion of your lips. I examine the photo with primal gaze, Hungry with longing. I take in every pixel and bit of you Each element of shadow and shine that surrounded you on that brilliant day. You did not know, (did you sense it) when you smiled into the camera (how could you have known), That farther down your path was A woman waiting for a Vision of Someone something like you Who would whisper into her soul, and take up residence in the corner of her eye.