I Think It's You

i think about the curve of the back of your head
as it connects to your neck.
delicate and strong, like bones.
i think of the kisses i've lain there:
soft, like a virgin laying on flowers
or stubborn, like wind against a mountain.
think of how this has changed me
like wine unto water, coloring
deep red, burgundy, sweet and pungent.
i think it's you.
who i want to hold close
and treasure in my arms, like the
warmest of suns.