What Love Knows About Me

“I used to recognize patterns of love

In midnight breaths

And brushes of skin

I used to feel it when my heart fell to my stomach

Hearing my name in your voice

Through mother’s calling

And my father’s permission

Until the pattern became distant and dreary

Love had grown distastefully cold

I pondered if I had to lose it

To feel it again

Until a new path surfaced

In its most pure and utter form

The verbiage you spoke

I care deeply for the things you are fond of,

Because I am deeply fond of you

How seemingly simplistic

Juvenile and exuberant

Yet the feeling revealed

Love seeped from your skin to mine

The way to be known is through the extremities you love

And the way to be loved is the full acceptances of your makings

For now love knows who I am

And I know I am loved through you”

Courtney Allison Bloomstine