And when I hold you at arm's length,

it is not to push you out that far:

I am only holding you at a distance,

that I might truly see that face and

all that you are.

Up close, I am afraid, that I am blinded

by the way I blur you,

beautiful colors and fragmented shapes,

an abstract.

However, the colors are just as vibrant

where I hold you out there,

so nearness must never be an issue.