I admire her lips, these soft canvas painted with a peachy palette, hues of cherry blossoms blossoming in spring but perky like in winter.
They danced, eloquently choreographed without effort as words poured out thoughts and emotions. Expressing a deep appreciation of a man intentional about her growth, a beauty to behold.

With a glance she studied me, watching like she's figured out the pieces of a puzzle yet unsatisfied with the conclusion that urged her to ask. "Your patience leaves me curious. You sit & gaze with clarity postured firmly. I feel your eyes they don't look at me loosely. Nor look away, but overflowing with conviction. They hold me with care and affection. Tell me what you see that allows you to look so consciously?"

"Darling, I'm inspired by the soul that sits before me, for I've noticed undiscovered Dimensions await their awakening each layer our encounter peels. I've listened to your thoughts about how you yearn for the garden I've we've grown and you eagerness to tend to the flowers. You love this environment it's intimate and true so you seek to water what's ours. Don't mind me, my desire is to comprehend the motions you make, the subtle creases of discomfort on your skin, The voiceless movements louder than your gentle presence, to articulate the tears you shed and the thoughts that leak, to interpret the emotions that pour to discern the truth of your soul. So when you look at me I know that I've seen you clearly and with my observation my expression will honor you."

Her lips did not dance any longer,
Her eyes did not look away.
She was satisfied with the final pieces
Discovered in an answer that gave her peace in her troubled day.

© fruitfulodyssey