Depth
October 22, 2015
And I could write an endless stream of letters
Flowing together on a thread,
Embedding them together to form a lovely poem
Without any of the writing, but all of the emotion.
Except, not even the slightest curves of the letters
Of our 26 lettered alphabet could nearly accurately
Describe, or even come near to my infatuation
Intoxication, or love for you.
The way I’m so enraptured in the way the ends of your lips
Curl upward when you smile,
Or the way your fingers move with such carelessness,
Or the way your eyes light up like skies
When someone says something you like, or you see
Something you love.
I’m not exactly positive what it is about you
That has gotten the strings of my soul tugging
Ever so slightly
At the sound of your name, or the innocence of your
Presence, like the presence of rain when you need it most.
My fingers can so easily entwine, and my stomach
So easily knot at the slightest thought of your arms around
Me
With sand in between our toes, the stars at our fingertips,
The moon in our eyes, and
Us.
The pure innocence of our names stitched together like
A tree rooted to the soil beneath it, you keep me upright.