I Love It

sometimes the way
you cock your head
to squint at me through
smiling eyes
makes me melt.
how you take my hand
and treat it like it's
glass.
lifting it, then
staring as you stroke it
like it might break under
the slight pressure of your fingers.
when you slip your arm
around my waist you're
so particular
like you might hurt me
if you're too rough-
almost as if i'm a
porcelin doll
being taken off the shelf.
i catch you looking in my direction-
you say you're not staring...just
gazing.
i've never felt such a
lady
yet cowgirl
never so beautiful
and confident
i'm so happy.
and it's thanks to you