Your voice is koi; bright speckled and rosy.

Your smile sometimes coy, always knowing.

Movements vibrate from your heart to your toes

As they tiptoe across the room; you are

A stage and your words are actors in love.

Your heart smells like butternut squash described

Verbosely; your hands work kneady dough.

Your hands work kneady dough and potential

Scarves. Someday they’ll give phantom hugs almost

As good as one of yours. Your craft is the

Best: Out of raw goods you weave and sift till

You have what you love. You aren’t afraid of

Patience. You stay with me when I feel blue:

Your name is Kaylie; I sure do love you.