I like the way…
You make a piece of wood (that's all it really is) turn into sunshine and laughter and musky apple scent and windswept hair.
You make rewriting an essay I've written twice already entertaining with orgies, dugbogs, two moons too little and a look of childlike confusion.
You reinvent the English language every time you attempt to speak at dinner, with words trying to bumble out of your mouth through potatoes and lamb and pumpkin juice.
You make a simple brush of skin on skin turn into fire and aching muscles and hungry smiles.
You conjure up laughter faster than any spell I have ever cast.
You make frustration and confusion and anger and most of all, love, sweet love, boil up inside of me.
I like the way you're you.