softness

when I kiss your lips

I can't help but wonder whose

softness I'm feeling

Ego Sum

On a beach there is a grain of sand.
On this grain of sand, whole civilizations rose
and fell. Each one had an idea that all the 
other grains of sand were made for them.
They had never been there - didn't know there 
were other beaches too. You could live
happily in that civilization, not knowing other
grains had the same fights and came to the
same conclusions.

A Billion Somethings

A feeling

Excitement and elation. Standing there

By the sink. The birds - pecking at the feeder.

And that welling up came to me, where you pop to

My mind. A smile comes to my lips.

Maybe some tears

To the corner of my eyes because I’m so happy.

Say, either in my mind or softly but to myself,

“God, I Love her.”

Sparks.

Other times with other people

That I thought I was in love and might have said

The same thing in the same way staring at

A picture or off in the distance.

But! The depth and endurance

Of this emotion towards you makes those

Other times as the child being told just how many

Somethings it takes to make a billion of something.

The child nods but there is no true understanding

Because of the incomparable vastness

Of so many somethings

And that is my love for you.

I want to celebrate you, and to celebrate us.

And to find, with each word, a new and exciting

Surprising way to tell you for the millionth time

I love you.