Love Triangle

I want to hold you in my arms
all day.
And all night, beloved one.
Beloved, two.
My wide-eyed little girl,
my canny old woman;
my oil-and-water mix of naïveté and skepticism.
You are.
Demonstrative and demure, somber and sprightly, tough and tender,
grouchy and gracious, adept and awkward.
You are.
Show me the corners of your mind,
the maze in which I can lose my way
happily.
I will embrace it all—
the simple complexity of you.