You are my miracle.
You are my miracle.
Pale skin, hazel eyes and
eloquence words we shared.
You confessed small secrets in the midnight hours and
I told you some.
I savored your words and
we longed and learned.
To be merciful, generous and kind.
You were my miracle,
I told you often.
We are lovers,
not biologist seeking unknown.
I gazed at your face and
I told you.
Words are meaningless,
love need a million kisses,
love need laughter and tears.
Dancing Coyote