What I know best
is the darling way you talk with your hands,
the feel of your firm, warm cheek against mine.
What I know best
is the fly-free joyful noise of your gorgeous laughter,
the feel of your arm around my hip as I fade into the land of dreams.
What I know best
is the almost-but-not-quite cocky confidence of your sincerely passionate words,
the feel of your impossibly soft hands on my beaming face and in my hair.
What I know best
is everything you are, the magical light in your earthen eyes,
the feel of your ever-wounded, never failing, bigger-than-Life, container-of-Love heart.
I know you.
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