Loverbology

I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

That tiny incline on the west end of your grin,
The way you can recount my every word with precision.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

Your electric enthusiasm,
Describing a portraiture of our future,
Fused as inveterate partners.
Your passionate projections,
Outlining a string of compelling metamorphic moments.
Your vision willfully conjuring,
A joint path, no chasm in sight,
No forced will as the gap between us closes.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.

The way you endeavour to reach deep,
To unearth,
To expose my cavernous vulnerabilities.
The way you coolly,
So patiently,
Repair the hurt that bubbles unlike a lively effervescence with careful guardianship.
The way you studiously react,
To soften the emotions,
To reassign them to the rhythm of a waveless murmur.
The way you sweeten the space between us,
Vital ambrosia,
Replenishing my cup, half empty.
I don't seek a three word phrase,
I seek your motion.

Teach me a new vocabulary.
Teach me your three word phrase through your motion.