I like your brain, your arms and legs, your eyes

I like your brain, your arms and legs, your eyes,
your hair that falls in curls, your breathing lungs
and reaching hands. I like the way the words
fall from your lips, the temperature of breath

that moves across your tongue. I like your body
and what isn't your body, the subtle nonsense that
is moving in the library like the white light
of a silent sun. The contoured skin and leaves

of trees that reach their branches, the white thigh
exposed by the window's light. I like your gross
and manifest substance, the flesh that makes up

your stomach and your breasts. O beloved visit
me in the morning! Be the resplendent Sunlight
that bathes my body in a love that's infinite.