My baby builds robots
his clever gentle hands
my honey writes me poems
his lovely strong hands
my love is a designer
his mind the way it sings
applying creative logic
to make such complex things,
his hands they fascinate me
with their deft versatility
his mind it seduces me
with his warm emotionality
my baby is solutions
mixing to solidify
equations becomes clear to
solve all my x, my z's, my why's
in so doing he frees
my hitherto hidden crys & sighs
my honey bee works numbers
with beautiful brain agility
he makes me crave to play
with him
a game of love geometry
manipulating the angles
from my shoulders
to my ankles
oh how I do crave
my sweet loves forgiveness
makes me want to misbehave
it is our love at play, silly fun games
just like our many many
lovey dovey sappy names
more than all his positive qualities
my darlings communication
is the most attractive to me
with loving openness
with sweet caring honesty
it preserves our solid unity
I love this man so deeply,
I love him so true to infinity
it's shaken my foundations
rocked me to my core
illuminated clearly
what has been mistaken
as love now long foresaken
clearly was not love before.

J.C. baby-baby 01/08/2019. 11.11am.