I Know She Knows

She came to me on spoor of mist

a thousand years ago,

And settled in my eyelash,

my vision’s guard at ebb and flow.

And Phoenix-like she raised

my dormant spirit from the deep,

Made me live and love and laugh,

prayed the Lord, “my soul to keep”.

Why this miracle happened

is beyond me, yet it grows,

My total consolation is, that

I know,

       She knows.

A nod; a touch of skin on skin,

Bloodless blushes run and play,

My mind, a playground for her smile,

Her face is just an inch away.

And sometimes still I pinch myself

and wonder is this all in dreams?

A fairy story come to life,

Is anything ever as it seems?

I have no answer, I don’t need one,

The uncertainty of pleasure flows,

Why would I need an answer?

When I’m sure,

I know,

       She knows.

Her smile a blessing, hair a hymn,

Eyes of mischief, Smokey glow,

Trademark; fruit of oyster pure,

Iridescent innocence on show.

Her limbs have private longitude

Imagine just one kiss!

Little did Levi Strauss foresee

One day he’d cover this.

I marvel at this caring woman

I don’t care if it shows

I don’t know how to tell her things,

But still,

I know,

       She knows. 

Cowboy boots on cowgirl feet

Slight swagger as she moves,

Slow deceptive, gets there fast,

Soft shapes and perfect grooves.

Imagine the unthinkable,

That fair lady might be won,

It will take at least ten lifetimes

Its time that I begun.

If I don’t fly, I’ll get soft landing,

Will always have, that stored in human heart,

No matter what force might decree

That we should be apart.

No query, no answer, is needed,  

No question shall I ever pose,

One glance will tell me all, for

She knows

I know,

       She knows. 

From the Prodigal to Patience many moons ago.