Puzzle

I like her puzzle face,
her strong jaw
knocking on my door
with questions in the morning
and her eyes sparking
silent and new
over the edge of the quilt
where her hip bones
love to linger
and juggle my answers.
I follow the clues
hallowed under her chin
and pray they will slide
and straddle the soft gloam
below her collarbone
where I can't decide
what words to meander down her back

and if I want to put her together
or take her apart...