How Do I Love Thee

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee like the ice-cubed world that has been dropped in Vodka, splashing Pink Nuvo Freezing the sands of time, The Northern sky with the color of sunsets. I love thee Thy soul nude, drunk, and mute beneath the Aurora Borealis... It's mystic music. I love thee in here Beyond skin and ribcages all wrapped up in a cocoon, Breaking through Sprouting in butterfly season, My dear Morpho Menelaus Fluttering my sky into the Mariana Trench the deepest blue... The deepest. I love thee my most quiet need to remain gasped in sighs full of awe. I love thee burning into my vine green veins like the furnace of a forest fire. I love thee in and out of breath. With lungs full of asthmatic. I love thee, Thy love has sunken and engraved it's print into my back dimples. It made its way into the marks my skin refuses to forget Thy love has given my scars meaning, it has made them beautiful. I love thee. With no words No ink, But simple and majestic as a candle's fire blowing in in the dark Yet so present as the aroma of vanilla on skin and the thick of smoke. I love thee.