Why You Are Sweet

You (upon me) descend
as a constellation
of raindrops,

each (liquid point) meeting a bud
to self-blossom of your sweetness.

You (a thousand sparks that catch
and swirl in smoke’s unrefined dignity
to play among sky’s unnameable stars)

I count among my blessings,
and among those (unlistable)
blessings are yours uncountable.

I need (to describe you)
a special grammar of love,
a language that can accommodate (only)
what untellable reverence I hold for you
(nothing else).