I love her in a language I do not understand [Poem]

I love her in a language I do not understand

 in words my lips lack the courage to speak

I love her in the stolen seconds

the moments after hitting snooze where the soft morning light spills over her skin

and I love her in the vibrance of her laughter

how it leaps from her chest and slows me to a crawl

loving her is letting go-- of all assumptions all fears

breaking free of the demons that built up my walls

and loving her is giving in

it is overwhelming and terrifying and thrilling how her eyes rip me open and leave me exposed stripped of pride and the comfort of seclusion

and loving her is simple….

it is the steadiness of her breath as her fingers trace maps on my skin

it is the closeness and the comfort-- her body folding into mine until I do not know where hers ends and I begin.

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