What Lies Beneath Poem by Hal Caufield

It’s not your golden curls
Or sky blue eyes
That I love most.
Although they delight
The visage with angelic beauty
And make my heart sputter,
They are not what
Soothes my soul on restless nights.

It’s not the way
That red dress hugs
Your curves,
Or the black one compliments your legs
That I love most.
Although they sensuously
Frame your womanhood
And sometimes cause me to stutter,
They are not what
Stirs my soul on sultry nights.

It’s what lies beneath
That I love most.

Beneath the golden curls and sky blue eyes,
Lies the keenest mind and sharpest wit
I have ever known.
They settle my soul and rest my heart
With sound and pleasant pearls.
With you I‘ve never known anger or
Malcontent to disturb my serene thought,
Because all I’ve ever heard from you
Have been well-heeled and gentle words.

Beneath the red and black dresses
Lie I know,
Victoria Secrets that I have never shared,
And the softest skin that I could ever feel.
But what stirs me most lies beneath all that.
Beneath the lush curves and supple skin,
Lies the heart that excites my soul.
A heart that makes my veins swell hot
And blood flow like volcanic lava,
Because all I’ve ever felt from you
Has been passion-inspiring warmth.