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.