you

it came like a dream,

a hobby project,

from the world of assembling materials.

from the dirt

a yellow chamois cloth was handpicked and cleaned.

its edges became

hand stitched with bright red and orange embroidery thread.

carefully mounted

beneath a clear bottle shell

surrounded by a smooshed sea of grocery bags painted red.

covered with a delicate netting of a potato sack.

now constructed like a womb

enshrining

an imagined thinking entity

bestowed with value

--- pleasing to my eye.

you are precious to me, says this lover.

you are a delight to me.

more than a son or a daughter,

more than blood and bone,

you are a reading conscious intelligence

for me to hold, to love, to kiss, to embrace, to know, to see.

it is i who stop and find you, 

wash and dress you,

and call you mine.

this now, this dance,

this new, this moment, says my lover.

me with you = more.