You have beautiful long hair
It frames the pillow like
A fury of yellow corn.
Your eyes are the brightest blue
I have ever seen.
I know the pattern of tiny moles
That blemish your back
Your breast as soft as down.
I even know the scars on your arm
From when you fell with a glass bottle
As a little girl.
I know the curves of your full lips
The edges turned upwards
Ready for an easy smile.
I know every part of you
I have breathed it into my soul.
And if any other woman
Kissed me.
All she would taste
On my breath
Is you