you carry yourself like the foliage and summer calm that make your home, as they do your soul, and so you are beautiful to me. how I hanker to be like the willow you bed down beneath and smile at with your eyes, or the beer you sweep from your lips with your tongue to savor the taste of a good day; how I hanker to be something of your world that you adore.
The brother-poem to my earliest piece, "Zombies in Snapbacks". Compliments to the muse, who still continues to leave me bewildered and fawning without even knowing, without even trying.