A.R.

There are no avenues to understanding,
My only hope at clarity comes in flickers,
Small glints in her eyes,
Every decisive move, every sway and turn of her neck,
I see Perfection dancing on her lips.
She is pulling me into motion, overwhelming emotion
Falling, flying, rolling like the crest of water onto sand.
Every touch, every question, every look and smile
She's the sun and the moon,
the dark and the light
and everything in
between.
Deeper
and
Deeper I roll,
likes warm waves into her.