Lips like clay
Ever changing,
Forming words
For no one else to hear
Moving in ways
For no one else to feel.
His eyes
Showing care,
Satisfaction, comfort
For only my eyes
To take in.
I see even behind closed lids
His ears
Formed there
To listen to
Only my words of
"I love you."
In a way outside of family
His beautiful nose
There to nudge me
Breathe me in
Like no one else can
It may seem strange
His face compared to clay
He is a sculpture
Full of beauty,
Unlike anyone else's
He is ever changing,
Ever improving
And I am a sculptor,
I do not build him
Only admire the way he changes himself
And the way my hand can fit in his.
I admire his original sculptors.
They captured something
No other beings could.
Something pure.
