Working Title #14
I wanted to write a poem about
Her lips, her gums, her teeth,
Her laugh
But couldn’t.
I told her a million poets,
Writing a million poems
Could not come up with words as beautiful
As she deserves to her from my lips.
I told her a million conductors
Writing a million symphonies
Could not make music
As beautiful as her.
I want to tell her more
About her hair, her smile, her touch
Her eyes
But I couldn’t find the words.
I told her that I loved her
And meant it every time
It came from my lips and my tongue
And my heart.
Her talents, her laugh, her gaze
A lust for life
A void is filled
When I hold her hand.
Her rhythm, her walk, her stride
Unique and beautiful
As the ocean itself
Or maybe the moon.
I see the lights of a million stars
Or maybe more
Every time
She looks at me.
A vastness as vast
As space has space
Could not contain
How much she means to me.
Humans speak metaphors
For what they can’t understand
For expressions left unexpressed
But I call it love.