Before I Knew Your Name
Before I knew your name, you spoke to me.
Before I learned the contours of your face,
or came to know your talents, or the place
you call your home, you'd touched me lastingly.
Before I understood your shifting moods,
or pressed against your skin, or heard you weep,
you were already in me, buried deep.
This never was some shallow interlude.
I loved you though I'd never heard your voice
or stroked your hair. It was just meant to be.
In some unknowable realm we made our choice,
without recourse to hand, or heart, or eye,
for these are carnal things, which fade and die.
And I have loved you for eternity.
Copyright © Michael Coy | Year Posted 2017