An Ice Water Bride

You're standing in front of the freezer. The cold air creeps out slowly, a veil of white mist enfolds you. Drapes itself over your hair and cascades down your back. An ice water bride. I am watching your body move.

Curves. The winding roads. The rolling hills. The crescent moon - and you.

All belonging perfectly and effortlessly to this earth. All beautiful and wondrous and magical. Never out of place or unappreciated. Your very existence is poetic, in the same way that sunsets and hummingbirds are. Dancing on dimly lit bridges in the middle of the night and pulling me close to you when it's cold. 

Your body is intuitive, soft, full of motion and music. An abundance of joy flows from your fingertips, your lips, your thighs, your hips. Music is within and without you. It pours from you like wine, from your enthusiastic hellos to your solemn goodbyes.

Your body is a catalyst of energy, of light of love. And I know it all by memory. Every freckle, every curve, every source of insecurity that has always been beautiful to me. I am in awe always that you are mine. Of all the world, I found the person who I would tie my whole life to.

A string around your finger, a lyric around my heart, a lasso around the moon. I'll give you the universe. Every twinkle of every star in the sky - and keep them in my eyes. So you'll know when I look at you just how much I love you.