I love you.
It might be the way the rain taps on us
standing in the middleglow of evening-
the spring air, the soft way you sigh when you hold me
it might be the way my knees behave, like 100 jellyfish quivering
when you walk my way, your come-fuck-me eyes
and how I respond. It could be
how I stumble and shy away from the word love
whenever you are near. Like when you ask
what I think about the sound of rain on rooftops
"it's alright"
when I know I love it, like I love
the color green- like I love
the way your hair glistens black from the heavy sky
and how you seem to see only me even when
I'm too far away to actually see.
It could only be the lust in your hands as they roam
across my hips, it could be the loneliness. It could be
a multitude of other things I refuse to name
because right now, in the rain
with my hair in ropes, wet in your fingers
I love you.
Adding your comment:
Ahhh, yes...the knees have it. When they can't hold still, it's a sure thing one is deeply, irrevocably in love. This is beautiful, Sweetie...and your final three lines...immaculate. Good luck in the contest, Scribe. You're shining ever so brightly here, my Friend. "a real poem"??? Ohhh, pleeease, Woman. 
Perhaps some are more brilliant than others, but you can't do anything less than write "real poetry". You've proven that fact, time and again, for as long as we've known each other. 
