Where Light Touches You

Where light touches you 

I see every little crack in your lips, 

and every tiny hair on the side of your face 

I see every single cell of skin, 

and the empty space between them: 

the cracks that you seep through 

I see the columns of shadow along your eyelids cast by your lashes, 

and where tears slide down your temples and into your hair, 

I see the little shining copies;

the little crystal streaks

Where light touches you,

yourself is set not in shadow,

but in gold.