Inimitable feelings of love,
hot coffee, steam, and ashes of clove;
Comfy mornings in bed,
moonlit window nights;
White linen skirts, crumpled and loved,
plaid flannel pj's, worn and loose;
Quiescent ink words,
hushed faithful whispers;
Peals of my heart,
answer the clamor of his pulse;
Brazen beard against my cheek,
if I could kiss the wind in his hair,
I could hear the song,
it reverberates from his touch
through my body, down my spine
into my lungs, his melody;
Matching harmonies breeze
through my fingers
entwining soft strands;
It's more than I think or feel,
free of what I know,
initmitable feelings of love.