If I meet you someday, I would know that it’s you.
My skin would hum and murmur and sing so sweetly,
I’d have no need for warning bells to tell me–I’ve landed a prize.
Trust would come intuitively; blooming naturally
Our eyes speaking for everything words could never convey.
I’d recognize the butterfly in you, and the caterpillar from whence you came
I’d only be proud of the courage it took for you to break through your shell.
And I am sure
The moment you tell me that, I’m not cliche perfect
But you don’t mind because everything about me you find beautiful
Down to the itty bitty capricious details–
That you love the girl and woman and goddess in me.