i love it so much
that you dance with me.
in my room, you twirl me
to Louis Armstrong, trumpets are familiar to us both
Or you sway me back
and forth
           on bridges
they lift us up


                             so high

and you wrap your large hands
tightly but gently (like you're
                                  afraid I might
                                  fly away
                                                  -I won't)

around my waist

                             and look into my
                              windows
                                                    and see
                              all the rain


                                           how I miss you
                                                         when you're gone.

my tiny cousin
with 8 years of age
compares you to the      
                           old boyfriend

the one that no longer crosses
my mind
                  at all

but you (darling-dear--)

you cross my mind every morning
                                             moment
                                                evening, alone

and my tiny cousin and I

agree

         that we like you so
much more than
we liked him

the feeling
the rush
of your hot red blood
moving swiftly
pounding
inside of me

is not what i'm used to.

I'm not used to fingernails scratching
teeth biting flesh
deep hard fast pounding
pounding
pounding
on
in my head



I'm used to the sweet slowness
of *******
     with soft caresses
      and kissing
of eyelids

I'm sorry
I couldn't tell you
when you were still
in my bed

we've become accustomed

to a beautiful schedule

of setting alarms for

three in the morning

and we preview how

it feels to sleep together

we intertwine our naked

bodies

yours, wide and tough, smooth

mine, curved and soft, round

and you said to me

that this is your favorite place

in the world.

how sad; to think of emptiness

when you leave

each night

sometimes i wish you did out of this world
nice things for me. Like send me flowers.
Surprise me by calling me on the phone, because
you never do. Write me letters about
your day. Make the effort to come see
me on a Thursday.
               When you think I look especially
beautiful, don't say it. Instead, grab me
by the waist and slow dance with me.
       Read me poems just because.
Touch my hair. Rub my neck or back.
When you listen to a song that reminds you
of me, write down the title so
you can play it for me when we
see each other. Make things for me,
like ceramics or pictures.
                              kiss my nose, forehead,
                                                and cheeks.
kiss me everywhere. Kiss every single one
of my fingers.

                                        I wish i never had to
                                        ask you to do these things
                                        for me

I'm not into politics
i don't care who the president is
if you're a communist, go ahead.
i'm not into debates and rallies
i don't vote for one side, i'm three dimensional
i don't care for democracy, fascism,
or whatever it is you are putting
in my hair, underneath my fingernails.
I'm not into that volcano of
confusion and opinions, screeching for
security of the word "true" but
all i hear is the ringing in my
ears saying OPINION
           and sure, i have a few
I like to think that everyone is
misinformed and my way is not left

but when religious *******
start the stabbing

they're going to go for the throats
of the sad souls that betrayed them

the cigar smoking;grunge wearing;music loving;peacemaking; hippies children

and i will survive the fight

because i had nothing to do with it?

no
i will never be a part of your
war

on policies
and your

****** hating

I will live my life as a lovechild

in a perfect world

where there are no idiots waving their ***** around.


these are
happy days we live in

love is not what is crazy
love is not hysterical

                                         or insane

love is not giving up
or pulling away

love is not a scary or
confusing thing
    ve is affection
lo

love is your favorite pair of pants
that fit just perfect
love is Meryl Streep and Morgan Freeman

love is walking through the woods
and it starts to snow

leaning your head back, snowflakes float onto your tongue



love is selfless
love is selfless
love is selfless


love is the thing that
knocks at your door.
.