To Love You

For She Knows Who

Your eyes - delicate as crystal – show me how.

The warmth of your voice carries your soul,

Brushes me with all I need; and now,

Like rubbing brass, I find my pattern and my role.

It’s hard to think before you. Not a void,

More a strenuous paving of the way:

I’m a child again, hungry and annoyed

And an ice cream van’s been on my street all day.

This is how I’m meant to be, like this:

Holding you within me and without,

Freezing forward motion with a kiss,

Whispering when all I ever did was shout.