My lover – he feels blank –

My lover – he feels blank –
   His personality shows through
Those shades of love and kindness
   And fears held in check by curfew –

Neither brown nor yellow nor black
   But blank with diamond edges
That detect Truth and what
   I give back that simply is –

Neither opaque nor translucent
   Nor what spectroscopy in between
But fashioned by the eye of God –
   Made whole in splendid being.

Neither is love red nor pink
   Rather crystalline and pure
And sparkles – discreet –
   Behind some rare perimeter.