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.