Love is more Than Science

I love you,

becomes communion; where

finger foods are

nibbled. I comfort you,

becomes life, where souls crux

for one another. We siphon love,

low on gas, experiencing

more than science. She’s magnificent,

a heart of pathos,

despite that one may lose her. I ask

her for more than

her name, more than twenty minutes

of eternity, where

eye contact triggers love. I need for

her wants, her fears,

her tearing aspirations. She longs for

my wounds,

buffers my strengths, found in my

idiosyncrasies. We

ignore a moon, reaching for a sun, all

night in communion.

I love her voice, her shimmering words,

affecting my

equilibrium. She loves my patience,

speaks my praise, ever

to encourage success. We nurture love,

proud to bear a last

name, storing a nest for children,

if so be the case. Love

is chemical reaction, triggered by more

than touch. Love is a

dimension, comprised of sight, sound,

heart, and mind;

wherefore, I love her, triumph of stars,

garb of my passions.