Who are you?

I see you. I know who you are.

Alabaster skin, porcelain pure white, glistening, sparkling, moving slowly in the time/space continuum.

I can see you.

From the beginning of the beginning something bubbling in the green primordial life force, I see clearly who you are.  Like limbs growing, reaching for the bluest of blue skies, I see the brightest of white light leading down to lush green pastures. A place to finally slumber softly as molecule-by-molecule new skin saunters forth.

I feel who you are.

I came to you on bended knees.

My red crimson blood flowing, moving, dancing.

Hot waves of passion raced up and down my iridescence body.

I knew you could see the man was I meant to be.

I laid my heart wide-open, my dim-lit soul released memories of a cold, dark past.  I took a deep breath and relaxed.  You took me in your celestial arms and cradled me like a baby sweetly whispering I will always have your back.

Like a new sun radiating solar flares on the golden wheat field, you enveloped me, no you caressed my soul with loving entwining genetic imprints as my soul split opened and gave birth to a shiny happy, imperfect man.

I felt love. I saw love.  I tasted the love. I became love.  We had become one. I became you and you became I. I took your outreached arms and surrendered my life to your loving embrace. My heart grew wings and blissfully took flight. I silently cried swollen grateful tears of happiness.  I had been denying who I am for a very long time, a loving man for all time.

I am here.  I am now.  I am present.  I am a magnificent being of the stars and skies.  I have arrived.  I am the luckiest man alive.