I do not love you as if you were air,
or water, or the kite
that makes the night wind visible.
I love you as mountains, layered
one upon the other
– nothing alters their shape.
I love you as the colossi of the plains,
the tree God planted upside-down
so that all can see the strength
of its roots, alive like a heart,
like a hand. Everywhere
stands as a Baobab
your name.
My love for you is big, like a house –
every crack and sigh call it out.
There isn't a door
that does not swing open
at your slightest touch,
not a room that isn’t looking
for you.
I love you with hands
that I lay upon the earth,press against a savannah of trees
and these walls;they are small hands,
but this too,
I know:
the fingers that move mountains
inside me, that make my hips sing
until they float, light as moths
among the branches,
and in every room
comb the pale-pink light
of morning
through my hair,
belong to your hands.
Gold trophy winner
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Ahhh, but do you know how much I admire you, how often I am inspired by your sweet songs of life & love? Thank you for gracing us all with your words, my dear Friend. Thank you for entering my contest. Good luck, Sweetie. 
It noticed, dammit. 
Jim
This poem, this song...made me weep. It's just too beautiful for mere words, my Sister of such incredible depths. What a magnificent penning it is. Every single stanza moved my seas within. Every breath was a gasp. Exquisite. Good grief, how could the man ever resist??? Not that he'd ever try. I'd seriously doubt the good sense I know he has if he ever did. 
