You have it all.
Your body swells
In cyclical shape, stoking
The fire in my form.
Your mind moves
Quickly, its momentum
Swirling a draft as
It passes, pulling
Perception along possessing
Me in its pulchritude.
Your spirit is more and
Less than the sum of
Your parts. I have seen
It wane when you felt
Defeat and displace the hurt of
The heart with the head.
But I have seen
The opposite, when
Your heart has shouldered
The burden of the mind,
Smiling from under
The dark edgeless
Cloak of disappointment.
That is the thing,
Over and above
The fineness of your lines,
Somatic and surfeit
The quiet resolution
Residing in the impossible
Questions that thread
Through the love
You give others.