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,and 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.
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Adding your comment:
You know I love you & everything you write, Nicolette; it's hardly a secret. 
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. 
