I like the way your body was made,
the way your bones are connected with cartilage,
and a layer of muscle and fat and skin cover them.
I like the way your smile goes,
little bones, connected by little roots, to your gum–
the way your face dimples in your right cheek when you laugh at me.
I like the way your mouth looks when you are telling me something serious,
your smile turns down on one corner in a grimace,
and a sneaky hint of a smile resides in the other corner.
I like the way the skin in your fingertips reacts to mine,
the way that your sensory neurons react to touching me and send a signal to your brain that reminds me that you love to be in my presence.
I like the way that you react when you think I look really pretty,
how you nervously laugh and shift your eyes from side to side like a fifteen year old kid.
I like the way God made you.
I like the way that he makes us go together pretty well.