Aura

A nimbus of light surrounds you, shining,
crowning you with rays or horns curling up
to embrace the sky, stretching out to all
other life in the universal whole.
The air around you courses, shimmering,
alive with color and movement and heat;
your aura flexes, fluctuates, and bends,
driven by gravity, magnetism.
I can see the rainbow of emotion
slither, shimmy, playing across your skin,
simmering beneath and above surface,
betwixt and between physics and magic.
When you are angry, I can taste copper,
smell pennies in your wake as you pass by;
your unhealthy hateful lust stinks of rot,
your fear like flop sweat, urine, and decay.
When you love, breath is laden with roses,
sweet fruits, laced with poignant tang of forests
carried on the wind after the rainstorm,
weeping with joy, with fullness, and with lack.
You are all replete with you, feeling you;
you project your essence outward, breathing;
you are the size of the entire world;
you are so much smaller than a preon;
you do not even exist; you are all,
for you are tied into the web of life -
and I can see the strings, the knots, the whip
of cords through the air, and how they connect.
One line pulls you backward, toward your past;
another pins you here, to the present,
intersecting with all of the others,
lines of other forces beyond time or
family ties that bind, constricting, or
tendrils of hope, questing forth for food.
You overlap with all other people.