On those gray days when you were a mystery
I fed off the puzzle of our dynamic;
Craving your conundrums
To keep me unsteady.
My nature abhors the predictability of persistent logic
I sink to the depths with plodding reason;
You aroused me with the unspoken absurdity of moment
Scrambled my linear thought.
You were my lightning--
Always guessing your intensity and position.
In the deep quiet of our room
You sat and filled me with wonder
An artist’s soul, never satisfied
Proving anti-matter and testing the boundaries of love.
Why did I find your uncertainty so reassuring?
Letting go as I floated among your clouds.