Cloy

I kiss god’s gracious earth,

Giggling at the sight of my teeth caked in dirt.

Humming tunes that progress into performances;

A tune comprehensible only to the likes of me and you, 

A beat you’ve unknowing drummed into me. 

Nevermore mindful of worries or woes,

Someone who keeps up with me as I go.

Despite all mistakes, you stay.

You even reveal the depths of yourself,

And oh what a marvel it is to know the depths of you.

For when a perfect moment strikes

Another layer of you is unearthed, 

Collapsing me with complete bliss. 

The stars must’ve aligned, for such a moment

Explains the most primitive of rituals.

How could anyone properly thank the molder of your stature?

No amount of sacrifice could suffice appeasing such a gift as you.

How foolish of me to think a few words could.