Love is Done by Your Doing

Love is Done by Your Doing

I love you as my interpretation of it allows me to,
with raw ignorance of where or when it happened
and ripe awareness of this very plum moment.
 
There is a strange language within my soul
in need of your lips to draw new poems.
I'd like for you to pull the root of sensibilities –

hold the end of my consciousness within your
hands. The way rhyme bends a reader and freeways
home, so does your voice pulse through the channels

of my life. I love you without the arrogance of
believing your heart is a twin of mine. There is
no par to adoring. I give it my accent and hope

it carries a pleasing tune – hope that harmony
is a plane close enough to make hummingbirds
green.  I like to trust your affection for me

is like the unrivaled marvel for an only child.
Let this calling to love list the day with sweet
debt, from a feather dipped in violet-moon nights.

Yolanda Calderon-Horn