Ron Starbuck - Author and Poet
Whenever You Watch Me
Whenever you watch me with the soft intensity of your eyes,
places concealed within me begin to open slowly, surely.
You find inside me senses I cannot easily grasp; it is a mystery how
with such a solitary look, you uncover pieces of my being
that ascend and open, to bloom immutably as sunlight opens and warms the first
soft white cherry blossoms in spring, whose fragile beauty and delicate texture
compel me to draw nearer, holding my heart entranced by such beauty,
as your own spirit, bids me enter into your softness.
We stand transformed by such splendor you know,
resting in each sublime moment, like a monarch butterfly
before it takes flight, to land on that very same
first white cherry blossom. Are we not the same?
This poem calls out to one originally written by E.E. Cummings.