Moving
What is it
about you
that moves me?
A better question perhaps-
What isn't there
about you
that moves me?
Words written
Words spoken
Unwritten and Unspoken truths
that astound me comfort me excite me
move me
The way
you
breathe
the way
your
face
changes
as often as light
pressing through a
sheer curtained
open window
on a hot day
with welcome breezes
Oh
the way
your face
changes
when speaking when listening when discovering
and exploring
new ideas
and positions
It moves me
to action
and sometimes
causes me
to stand
frozen
not wanting to hesitate
or
lose
the moment
the idea
the exquisite sensation
I savor your words
your breath
your touch
soft or urgent
warm and smooth
I savor
you
You move me
in ways I never
imagined
in daylight
nor
dreamed
under moonlight.
Don't answer my questions.
The way
you move me
in every way
is enough.
I move
whenever
you
cross
my mind
cross
my path
I move
whenever
you cross my heart
I am moved
You
move
me
I am moving
I am moved
