I Love His All

A poem about what I thought was love for a guitar player :)

I Love His All

- 23/05/08

I love his smell

and his smile

His skill and his soul

I love his hair
and his eyes, 
and the way he cocks his eyebrow.
I love his ears, 
and how he tilts over 
to the left
to hear himself better. 
I love his feet, 
bare and free and seeking adventure,
like his spirit.
His hands
as they are and create
art.
I love how he folds
his ripped arms
across his broad chest
and how he opens them to his God.
I love how his mouth
is always left 
slightly open
when he's playing. 
I love his laugh and his accent. 
His voice soothes my soul
and my racing heart. 
His name etches itself deeper into me
whenever it is spoken. 
Because I love his all