On why I'm still here...

Maybe it's that bubble of laughter
rolling off the back of your tongue,
gracefully twisting the edges
of your dry, indomitable wit.
It could be more though,
could be…

Maybe it's that unspoken promise of fulfillment
breezing through the satin folds
of incredulous admiring,
or the feeling that you have me
hanging on the precipice that
borders compassion over carnality.
It could be more though,
could be…

Maybe it's that tickle of truth
nestling in the folds of kindness;
the honest charity of a caress
better yet, the chase of soft, endless kisses -
dancing lips across a moonless sky,
solidarity coupled with passion.
It could be more though,
could be…

Maybe it's all this, but mostly...
the curve of transparent irony, where
I’m glowing in the heat of a revelation,
and lost in the epiphany of your smile
it could be more though,
could be…