Why I love her

For trust in her inner knowing:
The sound of water will
always relax her anxious skin.
That her daughter’s fingers
on the arched back of cat’s fur
will calm the entire house.
That what’s coming for her
has already locked hands
with fate – holds her while she waits.
She knows how to create a
tiny perfect cinema of future
life while she sleeps,
then writes it down –
watches it come true.

For the colossal way she loves:
Length of her veins,
a rope to lead you across the universe.
Weight of the whole of gravity,
that she gives you from her palms.
Span of every inky black hole
that has no beginning and no end.
Totality of the zephyr air in her chest,
the words that blueprint her fingertips.
Expanse of her longing
for it all at once.

For the delicate power in her wrists:
Open, like a Piscean current.
Carrying each person as though
they were Roman glass bottle,
already once shattered and remade.
Building empires of matches,
and setting them on fire.
Her favorite things for you to kiss.

For how she’s teaching you:
ways to love her.

*From Poems and Power Dead Poets Society prompts.
Prompt #1: Write a love poem to yourself