Your exclamations of love
are a reflex when you've
done something wrong

which isn't very often,
but I am the leader
of all mistakes.

I suppose you could call me
Captain **** Up --

how can I be of assistance
to ruin your day?


My "I love you"s are more frequent,
like gusts of wind
that come in with the sea --

you've become so used to them,
but wouldn't mind
if they stopped.

You're adaptable like that.

Me?

Well--
I'm still waiting eagerly
for the wind
to wash over my face

even if it means
you have to knock me down
with it.