Presence

He smiles jauntily as he crafts each ideogram.

“It’s ogham today.”

I see.

Entertained by the clickety- clacking of my keyboard
from across the room, yet his focus . . as always

Strong and pure.

Shocking red hair that swirls to ravenwing blue in just this light,
Oh Beloved, my heart sighs, as he wrinkles his nose in annoyance

“What? I’m right here.”