Poem 17. "Presence"

Part of Series 1. "Julia".
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    Everywhere,
your presence is replicated
in iridescent bubbles, floating
    full of reflections:

    I find you in explorations
    of the frontier, lost incursions 
           of language into concepts.

          Those thoughts 
    form a massive tree:
        from its sprouting branches bloom
        flowers of hands whose fingers unfold,
      touching you for the first time once again:
      exploring your surface
          scattered across the world of ideas,
          in textures of endless definition:
    with ten thousand hands I hold you,
    I spill my consciousness thin
        over your infinite face,
        iridescing in the sun:

    when you look at me
    I dissolve in the intensity 
              of a single word: 

      my world is in your eyes,
      so full of reflections.

        Always,
     time flows towards you until it reaches you:
        a pool of water at your feet
        will soon be an ocean of time.

    When I am away from you,
    the fruit of the tree slowly
        loses its vibrant signal,
        carried in tears of time
           running down my face:

        so I fight for you,
        my senses heighten to extremes
        forging thought into your form,
    to arrive at you in my mind,
    to be with you for an instant
         that pops like a bubble:
        leaving behind images of you 
        that reflect over the water:
          they echo in my mind:
            resonating signals,
            compounding beauty.
    
  Time will flow until I find you 
  in the next instant, once again:
    together eternally,
    floating tenacious.

    Everywhere and always,
I am completely in love with you,
                        Julia.