More

You are more
that a sum of words
or hours, more
than the touch of skin in the night,
more
than the heart I hear,
my ear to your chest
in the early morning, more
that your laughter that brightens
the dark, more, yes more
than your quiet voice
or flare of anger that rises
in indignation, more
that your lively mind
that dances madly
from thing to thing, more
than the fall of your dress
over your body, more
than the promise of love and more love,
more than your faith
or quiet strength, more
than the tender vulnerable soul
held so close, so protectively, more, so much more
than merely enough, more
than you have ever allowed
yourself to be.

About this poem

Are we all more?

Tom