You are the girliest
girl I know.
I say so knowing you
to be a woman of deeds,
of experience, a woman
possessed of a gaze
and a touch that heals
all who fall
under your tender regard.
But yet you
are always the girl
I have wished to join
on journeys
and at rest.
You instill a wish in me
to do what I can
with every thought and tool
that I can wield to protect
all that there is of you.
To lie with that girl,
to trace with cautious fingertips
every curve of you,
to make sweetness and murmur,
to hum and to twist,
to stretch minutes like taffy,
to linger in those moments,
languid and liquid,
to soar and to swoon,
winging our way to a rapture
that is only ours,
to make.
