A Lover’s Hope

Here I sit,

Poetry? On my lips?

A pen - poised midair,

And I find myself wondering,

How have I gotten here?

Did it start with your lips?

How they move when you talk,

Their softness as they caress,

My lips, my body, my mind?

Or was it your eyes?

The way they caught the sun,

The way they crinkled when you laughed,

The way they took my breath away,

As you faced me - barely three inches between us,

Is that what this is? Lust?

And I know, it is not that,

Sure they helped fan the flames,

Of desire that spark between us,

But your body does not cause,

These words to flow,

A river from my mind to paper,

It was your words,

Your smiles,

The dreams I've not dreamed,

In quite the while,

It was those mornings,

I woke in your arms,

That feeling I get,

No fear nor alarm,

As I write now I can feel myself fall,

Down down that slippery slope,

You've given me quite the adventure,

You've quite simply given me hope.