Just Because

Like a mischievous lover,
You sneaked up on me
Planting a kiss on my neck,
Before I was ware
And brimmed me
Head to toe
With Your love.

So that I cried,
“What was that for?”
Since my unruly thoughts
Were full of sulk
And snarl,
My unkempt heart
Of pinched grudged empathy.

“Just because!”
Came the reply,
Edged in a smile.

And I,
Shybasking in that unfinished explanation,
Know that I am loved as I am,
And even believe I am loveable.
Until the kiss imprint fades…

And forget this truth
Until the next time
You sneak up
And kiss me.

copyright Tina Towey 2015