I love you for your quiet confidence that screams reverence

I love you for the courage of you convictions.

For your wayward eyelids as they flap like chrysalis wings.

You make the others look like forgotten minions.

A sense of purpose lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk,

full lips smirking at fate.

I love the triumph of your uninhibited temper

as you make men rattle at their joints

You wear your courage like a battled scar.

Then when the day is done I worship at the altar of your amorous expertise

crowned by those moments when you sprinkle stardust over our crumpled corpuses.