The Way I Know

Words flow from your mouth swirling circles through the air.
Indescribable is the way my skin knows every texture of your hands
And the way they travel through my hair.

My eyes sing of every fiber beneath your skin,
every form of beauty within.

I breathe, deeply appalled at that which I’m yet to understand.
How I long for
The wind with its wonders and travels,
Your skin, your hands.

You invoke a cascade of all my depth;
It pours and pours with every breath,
Stolen by thieves made of whispers and stares
That nullify my worries- every single care.

And your kiss, your kiss is beyond these lines,
Beyond your thieves, more fragile, more fine.

It is the utter personification of every word of adoration.
It silences my attempts to explain this beautiful infatuation.