Gosh you’re beautiful to 
Me most mornings I
Think that I’m waking
Up in the studio
Of Michelangelo or Rodin
On some divan staring
At his latest model
I run my hand
Across your obsidian flank
Tracing like a child
Staying within the lines
Over and down like
A sled filled with
Curiosity only to land
Amidst the trees of
Eyelashes which shake and
Drop their own sleepiness
Finally lips meeting mine
Tasting the cool crispness
Of my Alpine stream


How I know that 
I do love you
I see me in
You in your eyes
And in your smile
I see me in
How you look at
Me I worry about
You knowing that you
Are worrying about me
I think about you
When I’m not thinking
About anything else I
Wonder about you where
And when and if
How do I know
That I love you
Because it’s all that
I have ever known
Ever truly ever known