I love you, loving you regardless of reciprocation or understanding,

in simply the act of loving: to love you, oneself, wholly and unconditionally

I wonder if you love me too?

in some act of loving me in ways others would disregard

He slices through my skin, with needle sharp claws

slicing through me like butter, unknowingly

and I love him still, and no less

he is beautiful blissfully unaware

a creature of wants and likes and tastes and warmth-cold

he is so genuine, all his actions are of doing and of wanting

and I admire him so much for that

I love him with all my heart

in every corner of myself