Blooming Blooms of Cosmic Love: A Poem

I wrote this poem the other day for a special man in my life. It's still too early in our fragile relationship for me to go public, but I wanted to share this with my fans.

Blooming Blooms of Cosmic Love: A Poem

Why do you love me?
Why not?
I am beautiful in your eyes, perfection
like you have never known
and will never know
again.

I allow you into my life
even though you are imperfect with
hair in your nose and ears,
on your back and ass.
Everywhere but your head.
But you are rich with other things,
like yachts and mansions and cars.
And I love that about you.

You treat me as I should be
treated. A queen.
A princess.
You shower me with all the things
I want.
And I like that about you.

And in return, I am perfect.
Golden hair. Cornflower eyes.
Breasts so high and proud
that you could put an eye out.
And you love that about me.

Cosmic blooms of blooming love
blooming blooms of cosmic love-rays.
I am one with myself. Perfection.
And you are good enough.
For now.