love poem

I do not love you
for gentle words
or for a whispered touch

nor do I love
for clever wit or games
of intellect.

I love you essentially
from where my passions
are stripped raw and
then caressed by
callused hands

I love you with as much
Pain as Joy.

I love from the
darkness in which
Innocence lives.
for the fathomless plunge into
blackness of your eyes
and the shelter within.

I love without knowing why;
I love without caring.

I love for
the taste of your lips,
the fragrance of your skin,
the weight of your body.

I love completely
with all of myself,
I love for what
you have carved
from my soul
by loving me.