Figure 8's, I Figure Infinitely of Thoughts of You - a poem

There is a quality

a quality in people

a quality in them

that quality

of humbleness that illuminates the park benches and makes the trek across that frozen grass that much more bearable

that quality i speak

that i spoke out loud

and have spoken in droves about

well her quality is graceful, humbling how easy it is just to listen, and to offer interests in the interests of your lovelies,

Speaking of that lovely,

or what love can do for the speaker

and love can continue to perform

speaking of love

it is is splendid to wear ice skates and draw figure eights in the ice, and demonstrate how i feel infinity across that glacier earth

seems often silly to love so deeply

how giggles come out because of silliness

how that passage of silly

is written in the scrunch of your nose

how the serious looks you have as you write notes down on devices, and knowing that same focused face will scrunch nose and laugh with silly voices at silly voices

and voices that are not silly

voices that are a bit more serious

with know how and seriousness

and growing ever more appropriate for the seriousness that I feel to give to you,

to love the way you smile,

and give off the love of a smile,

and to smile the love of a smile,

and see it and interpret it and get it so well,

a well deep and fruitfully full of water, that swells up and sustains me, and I wonder why I never felt this full of life giving before I met you

it seems my writing is littered with interpretations,

and explanations,

and exaggerations and not

and just about you,

those qualities spoken as lovely words so serious-silly, and scrunch noses

and all of you,

and all of me

and seeing the road clearly from here,

and the illuminated benches for us to sit on,

and my illuminated shoulders for you to rest your

head on,

and,

to be continued....