Lessons Poem by Amy Serhienko

I'm learning you -

All the angles, the planes,
each curve and contour,
every inch, inside and out.

The not-brown-not-green of your eyes
the translucent lids that obscure them,
and how they see things I haven't shown you.

The slope of your shoulder
as your arm curves around me,
pulling me deeper into your heart.

The hand that reaches for mine,
long fingers, thick yet delicate,
capable of great strength and equal tenderness.

The full lips, pink and soft
that kiss away the day's worries,
and speak of a love I never knew.

The scars on your skin,
and in your past,
and the ones on your heart.

I'm learning you.

It's a lesson that never ends,
and leaves me with
so much more than just knowledge.