You are the action of wonder
and the unyielding light,
kept in the whispering flowers of storytellers.
I hold you to me
and find mountains where lips smile.
Loving you has changed me,
Loving you has made me
the man I always wanted to be.
I inhale so deeply I don't want to blink,
just sink into the holding of hands
and watch unmade and unwanted plans
fall into the shape of this love.
This love, once reticent.
This love, the taste of rain.
This love, a morning sun.
This love, falling sands
through fingers outstretched in hands facing skyward.
Your eyes are a blessing
and your sleep an unawakened robin
perched in the safety of green leaves.
I love your magic.
Can we be anything more than the next step we take?
With you I want to find out.
And grow into the shape of trees
willing to bow to southern winds.