You love and lovely

After another failed attempt at poetry, it occurred to me that you are more than merely kisses and cuddles of an oft auditory nature.
You are reverberations of thought, echoing through my mind like a wandering bird who always know where to come home to roost.
You crisp and sharp, crackle in my mind, static in the dark, jolting me awake as I begin to bow to too heavy doldrums.
You soothe and soft, lay my head to rest on a pillow of thoughts of you and things that have will were.
Irreverent raspberries match the jiggle of your breasts as I cannot help (try as I might) but smile at each Mona Lisa's Mustache.
And still, when old thoughts of do-it-yourself death come knocking upon my straw hut, you blow back, you explode, substituting what once was hoped with a love that makes such hatred wither.
You beautiful bubble, you sunlight to my showers.
You loved and lovely, always are.