I still catch my breath
When I see her…
She doesn't think she is beautiful,
But I still
Catch my breath when I see her…
If I tell her that she is,
She says I'm just biased,
Because I love her…
Maybe so,
But I had to catch my breath
The first time I saw her
From a distance…
We hadn't even met yet…
I didn't know I wanted her then,
At that moment…
But I think I knew that I wanted her
At that moment…
Then we met
And we talked over cigarettes
In the back of the cavern
Where we worked…
I fell in love with her mind then…
Watched her body movements…
Maybe got a little too close, sometimes,
Just to be near her…
When I touch her now
She sometimes gripes,
"Stop squeezing my fat!"
She's nowhere near any of that…
I'm just groping my future wife
With lust in my heart…
I have to tell her as much…
I'm feeling her bones and sinews…
Like a vampire,
I can feel the blood coursing through
Her veins…
I live off of her fluids,
Saliva and discharge,
Her softness, her warmth, and her pulse…
Imagining her warm and naked beside me…
In my arms…
Whether love making
Or just going down
For a nap…
She feels perfect…
And I love every bit of her…
Even when she gets cranky…
And we've been together long enough
For me to have seen her cranky…
She's kinda cute when she's cranky…
I haven't said that to her,
In person,
When she's cranky,
I'm not suicidal…
And I'm not that stupid…
But I love her when she's indignant,
When she's sad,
When she's in pain,
When she's happy,
When she is victorious,
When she feels defeated…
She is beautiful through it all…
She augments my life force…
I feed off of hers,
And, hopefully,
She feeds off of mine…
And, it's true,
I still catch my breath when I see her…
My heart skips a beat…
I still sometimes get butterflies…
The insecure side of me sometimes fears
She could get sick of me…
I'm not always easy to take…
It may seem like I'm joking
More often than I'm serious…
And my sense of humor is blue…
Ribald, burlesque…
My emotions are sometimes trying…
She can be cranky,
But I can be a moody bitch, myself…
She gives me hope…
She gives me motivation…
Calms me when I get excitable…
Soothes my anxiety…
She's pragmatic and goal oriented…
That's refreshing…
She accepts my slight androgyny…
That I let my freak flag fly…
She's never barred me from
Meeting anyone
For fear of embarrassment
(I've had other lovers
Who "kept me home"
Because of my dreadlocks
Or my style of dress,
Bright colors or elastic waste bands,
Might be seen as
A socially unacceptable reflection of them…)
She is beautiful
And she doesn't know it…
And that makes her even more beautiful…
Thankful that she chose me…
I would like to say
That I chose her,
But I don't think that's how
Things really worked out…
I think she chose me…
I was just lucky enough
To notice those subtle things,
Proximity,
Things said under her breath,
Was I supposed to hear?
I think I was…
Showing her belly…
For animals
That's a sign of trust
And submission…
For humans,
It's a little bit more…
She drew me in,
And I could not resist…
I could sense her pheromones…
I could feel her cycle…
If I searched my thoughts,
I could sense every time
An egg dropped…
I hope she feels like this about me
Until the end of our lives…
And I hope our lives are long…
And I hope we can add to our family
After we are married…
Less than a month away…
Flesh of my flesh,
Blood of my blood…
I catch my breath
When I sense the future…
The future we have together…
The good and the bad…
The victories and the failures…
I still catch my breath…
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