over time i have cracked your patois:
forthright opacity,
low-toned, soothing,
a manner of speech specific and striking as your beauty.
your surface is serene, but underneath, your spirit runs avid:
dark eyes searching, all ears
as prelude, not posture.
now, spring. you have swallowed life whole
and are paddling upstream with your game plan.
but you understand, dearest boundaried owner of no, such an extravagant yes.
smiling, you place my hand on your belly,
skindrum over a trick dolphin,
a wonder inside of a wonder,
able to both solve and deepen the mystery,
able to listen like she’s lost in the desert, and words are water.
So beautiful, dear