Love note #3

That’s how I know…(Love note #3)

I listen to him and the shapes and colors of his words consume me.
He lies beside me; I flow to the rhythm and bass of his voice.
I am aroused by his intricate wordplay.
I watched him sleep the other night.
High off breathing him--
Tracing the sharp contours of his face.
Wondered what he was dreaming about, and if I was a part of the sequence.
I am falling for him and I’m not afraid.
Wanting to find colorful verbs and adjectives as expansive as this feeling,
But content with simply calling it Love.
You meet one--sometimes two people in life who you feel deeper than seen.
Before him, I hoped for the one.
After him I am know that there is one.
He inspires poetry…
When I met him, I saw God’s grace at work.
When he walks up to me, I get butterflies.
When he speaks to me, I am hypnotized.
When he enters me, I feel him in my soul.
When he holds me, I have know peace.
When smiles at me, I glow.
When he is with me,
I know love.