There Is a Gravity To You

there is a gravity to you whenever crossing the room it is an existence that bends light into an aura capturing my every breath a plasma that penetrates every atom within with memories of long ago when you first walked into my life from across the room as you drew near me my heart counted every step forward lost in erratic rhythms as they lifted and returned to Earth in that face a beauty causing a full moon to glance and pause in envy lips possessing a kittenish smile driven like a bee to pollen a promise of being crushed by roses born from Athenia's brood and in your eyes a dominion from which i would be forever held in John Donne's Ecstasy these passing years i still tug on the pigtails to remind the playground how much i adore you just an average man who stumbled into the arms of the above average and careened into eternity now there will be those of you quickly to point out surely there are far too many flowers packed lovingly in this bouquet i said average, not stoopid you take the bolt of cloth down measure three to four-times twice and cut is for mechanical thinkers love has never been a well-oiled machine a bit more for unexpected contingencies roll the bolt of cloth more than a tad in life, one never knows the lady may have just discovered she now adores puffed sleeves i said average, not stoopid and the lesson i learned from Mr. Darcy when you open your mouth let the brain stay idle in speech and let your heart sing to the soul, she has in her eyes therein the permission you seek nests only the heart can free those wings and there are never too many flowers in a bouquet, or a tad more of cloth be prepared the scouts' teaching fashion with women are like the seasons guaranteed to change did not John Donne ask his love not to stare into the sun lest she blinds it above average, also, not stoopid OKC 2/14/22 “Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love .” William Shakespeare, Hamlet "But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou mayst love on, through love's eternity." Sonnet 14 If Thou Must Love Me Elizabeth Barrett Browning