steve a. manolis poet

EveryThing

 

Love is the everything,

It is the subtle gaze,

Or the innocuous touch

Or it might be the words unspoken

The thoughts escaping your lips

When no one is around

Or in a crowd.

It may be the scent of your being,

Even when you aren’t there

Everlasting in the air around

It may be just the knowledge

Of your existence

Or nothing at all.

Knowing without seeking

Defining the abstract,

The simple things

Sharing a sunrise

Even when we are too lazy to wake

Or the movement of your body

Seeking warmth, knowing I am there

Finding it, and sighing it the comfort.