there is a certain ease in loving you
not too far removed from
the way lichens love a cold, damp stone, or
the way the shore’s desire is never
fully satisfied by the ocean’s tongue, or
the way the eyes of any stranger
can still radiate familiarity once contact is made.
it is effortless to be in your arms.
your kisses are as natural as breath.
just as i remember to breathe in my sleep
so it is, my love for you – involuntary.
loving you is what i was born to do –
being with you is the enigma, my darling.