It is in what is small,
what is least about you,
what is recessed,
what is channeled
that harbors your greatest strengths.
You animate me
when each small part of you comes alive.
You are everything I have known
and desired a woman to be.
The compactness of your beauty;
the grace and economy of your movements;
the latitude of your smile;
the utility of your soul.
Hands of warm clay
molded to mine.
The scented breeze of your hair
The solitary sadness in your eyes
addressing my own.
The undertow of your body,
fluid, warm, all encompassing,
taking me to unexplored depths.
The puncture of ego,
the humility of love,
the whispered thoughts,