You are sunlit pasture
where the hay is always sweet
and nettles never sting,
a creek in green woodshade
with water always clean
and gravel that never cuts my feet,
a hug that has never constricted me,
an anchor that has never held me back.
You laugh without mockery,
argue without wounding.
Within your world's heart
crystals hold a light
that never came from sun or star
yet the dark warm beating walls
don't cramp my breath.
You fly me into stars that never burn me.
I love you.
I treasure you.