Why?

    

Because I love the way you laugh,

and I love the way you cry,

because I love that my 

tender words

put tears in your beautiful eyes. I love

the way you drive

and all the ways you smile;

mouth and heart, and body,

and soul, and all the beauty you make

roll over, somewhere

inside of me. I love the stars

as close 

as they seem

with the safety of your hand

in mine.

I love the sparks, 
that bounce like wildfires,

the moments of truth

and our aches of desire, unthinking confidence,

and glorious touch,

unasking and needing and driven 

by a must that insists 

we entwine;

I love 

how 

every new sin

sings choirs of the blessed divine.

I love how you listen and the ways 

that you feel, your words that caress and 

so effortlessly heal; 

I love all your whispers, your lips, 

your embrace,

gentle fingers 

that entice 

and gracefully trace along pathways that we walk

without reason 

or rhyme...

An unexplained meeting 

of two, jigsaw minds.

Let it be known, without hiding, or chains,

that I 

love all of these things...

but none so much, my darling,

as the inspiration that builds my wings.