things I love about you
your gentle smile; your unassuming air;
the way you brighten up when things you love
come into conversation; your soft hair;
your open mind about the things above;
your shyness and your out-of-closet geek
(not ‘inner geek’ at all!); the way you are
so easily distracted by my sleek
skin; when disconnected, how you “grar”;
your tender eyes so brown; your tongue, your lips,
your hands—oh god, your hands—how they caress
first lovingly, then longingly, my hips;
against my skin, your warm desirous breath;
the way you turn to smiles my every frown—
for once, with you, my world’s stopped breaking down.
the “you”s in my sonnets invariably are my lover and muse, who convinced me that something other than fucked-up psychopathy could flow from my heart to my pen, and helped make it a reality. Here’s to poetry and those who inspire it.