Moving

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