Undulating clouds hide a movement of love

Undulating clouds hide a movement of love
without conjunctions. The weather is moving
in a spectacle of sky, her legs are moving
through the tall grass. How she expresses love

is a mystery to me, the lights are moving
in strange patterns. I'm impressed by love
the way the mud is pressed by shoes, I love
her being and her spirit, the way she moves

in the light and the darkness. She proves
that god is real, she removes leather gloves
and touches my skin. The warmth of the stove

heats up the house and her small hands shove
me into the walls. The stars that improve
spirits wander the deep darkness above.