Ask me why I love you and I’ll reply
“Because I do”.
Because I do, without truly knowing why
but knowing I do without question.
Perhaps the answer you seek lies in the
swirling breeze,
where litter travels on unseen wings
and fallen leaves frolic,
merging autumnal shades with lipstick stained
cigarette butts as shivering trees grumble in creaks
and groans;
yet on my ears, I hear the calmness of your
breasts, rising and falling to place sweet kisses
upon my own.
Ask me why I love you and I’ll reply
“Because I do”.
Because I do, without truly knowing why
but knowing I do because it’s you.
