You feel like love to me.

You smell like home to me.

Sticky,

Sweet

Like honey and lavender and unbridled curiosity

Your hair in tangles 

Your feet dirty

Knees scraped from climbing a tree

You look like my soul

Walking around outside my body

Handful of rocks and sticks and flowers

Treasures, you call them

Your moon eyes delighted by life

And it's through you,

Journey,

That I remember to let life delight me, too.

You feel like love to me.