You asked me to describe you
To take this part of you or that
To find words big enough to fit you inside of them
To carve you into syllables
But where do I begin?
Words are just vessels we build to cage our thoughts and our desires
There is no cage big enough that I can find to put you in
And even if I could -
Even if I could dedicate my life to the pursuit of you
To catalogue you in all your moods
All your faces
All your strengths and weaknesses
And hopes and fears and passions
And pin each down with bright verse like exotic butterflies -
I would have you free
I would leave the many, unfathomable, unnameable things that you are
Fluttering free
Just out of reach.