Here's looking at you....Emily Dickinson

I can't tell where your eyes go
when we whisper in the hall
there's something about the window
  the pale light only you can see

The first time you put your ivory fingers
        on my arm and told me about your flowers,
your little breath like petals on my cheek
       I felt like I was flying

 I pray to the arch of your back
     I swim in the glossy dark
in my arms, you are like the bird
     your bird that sings all night

 and when you speak, oh my divine
I hold air in my grizzled beard
  and my heart is a shooting star
       my love for you is made of clouds and starlight

Watching you do your baking and conjure your garden,
       apron and shielding hat become relics
I am old, not young and between the pillars of truth and experience,
     I see clearly the valley and river that line the difference

When I have found myself up high on tower or cliff
      I do not stretch joy from looking down
save for walking by your side
         uplifted by your faunish stride

when you make your blunted puns
or eat little onions right from the ground
    I could not find it odd or ill
 and love you all the more