Your wood

Sitting next 

To 

You on 

The couch

We are looking

At 

A

Book

Together.

It's a book

About 

Wood furniture

I watch

Your hands

As they 

Turn

The page.

Listening 

To

You 

I can feel

Your love

Or creating.

Not changing

But

Enhancing.

As your 

Hands

Turn

Each

Page

I think

Of someone

In my

Life who 

Enhanced me.

I was

Young when

He passed.

But he also

Had a love

Of creating.

My grandfather. 

He used to

Say

In life you 

Should 

Row 

Never drift.

I watch 

Your fingers

Turn the page.

Your eyes.

I am back 

Here 

With

You

And present.

As I stare 

Into your 

Eyes,

I feel 

Like beautiful 

Wood.

The way you 

Look at me

Feels 

Good.

I could 

Be your

Wood.

We kiss

And I simply 

Think...

Birch...

Maybe oak.