I love you more than the moon

by T.L. Stokes
(Mill Creek, WA, USA)

As you surface from black of eyes closed
under layers of intricate fibers
I slip my arm from your waist.

How do I love you
more than yesterday?

I open the warm opening of my heart
to see you more clearly.

I love you more than the moon
pregnant in the harvest,
gold as corn and full.

I love you more than the sea
always moving her ribboned belly,
brave and hungry, even

when still as glass for light to fall.

I love you more than air
whose invisible presence
reminds us we come from the great space,
the deep, the currents.

I love you because I can,
and you do,
and we are.