How can you love him?

I simply love and see it reflected by his essence
this invisible thing that I can’t ever catch
not even when I will finally dwell in his arms
high on the waves of our mixed scents

when he suddenly stands behind me
to massage those tense little monsters
out of my shoulders

when I call his name with impatience
to answer me from another room
and I enjoy the short tone of his annoyance

when I roll into his hug in the morning
still blind and deaf like newborn marmots
and slowly give each other
eyes, ears and voice again

constant, it’s the beat we move to,
the light we drink, the air we breathe.