Countable and Uncountable

A dwarf woman doesnt hold her man, she clutches him
steps on her toes and rises through his body like a creeper
striving so that her kiss lands on his neck,without him bending, without him noticing, while he looks on to the other side..
so it could be made into some surpise from being a regular act of love..
the tiny feet tip, the calves stretch and the little fingures curl to make a fist off the shirt..

and that is the love she swears by..
a love which looks above, perseveres and reaches for the higher...

they say that love is a leap one has to be inspired enough to jump..
but on a perfect Valentine's, i'd wish to be able to tip than take a leap...

for my Little Women..
For Their great loves and tippings...
For Rubai and Tania...