An Ode to My Love
I’ve tried to muster every word
Search in dictionaries
Look in thesauruses
But I can’t find the correct word
To describe the way his nose is a thick
Ledge that my eyes cascade down,
Freckles, as if his canvas was dotted
With perfectly placed stars
A snapshot of space
Lips like a limp cupid's bow, an arrow pointed at me
And a taste like velvet tangerines and
Dark chocolate marshmallows
Hands that handle machines
Fingers that pull apart rose petals
Is there a word for his smile?
The way his nose creases into thick lines
The way it’s warmth pools deep into my belly
How I will gladly let his summer become a permanent
Part of my bones
There is no genre for his voice,
A broken accent that rings with honey
Tired eyes that devour me
That drip autumn
That shine like topaz during a thunderstorm
He is a deep maple forest that overflows
Into the ocean
The smell of wet asphalt and thick humidity
Infinity
Forever and always
Everything
Those are the only words that seem adequate for him.