I love

I love the soft air

between my toes,

between my fingers

right before it starts to rain.

I love the thrilling sound

before the thunder

that could cut trees

if nature intended.

I love the spoken words

in the middle of the night

when your voice is tired

and truth slips over your lips.

 

I love the sea, the ocean, and even puddles

when water is so cold it gets warm,

when wind is quietly stroking the waves,

and seagulls watch their own reflection.

 

I love, I love, I love to love.