Erotic Poetry: Who is this, I?

Who is this, I?

Who is this, I?

A breath.
A breathing in,
where every lung full
carries fresh life to keep
this body shape, here.
Who is this, living I
that lives
but for the grace,
that breathes in
life?

A song.
A melody that echoes
every heartbeat -
heard but in silent still.
A song that weaves me
out of threads of life.
Who is this, singing I
who plays this song,
of me?

A heart.
A beating moving love,
of warmth and fragile
growth. That turns
towards the sun.
Who is this, loving I
who finds no guidance
but the living light
of your, or my, reflection
of me, or you,
or both.