because everything is something
when you love someone. The colors
shine as diamonds. The earth moves
under your feet. Water tastes like

champagne. Honey accumulates
from inside your ruddy cheeks. Every day
is summer at the beach. You hear harpsichords,
the ocean crashing at your door. Your

head is spinning cartwheels from
the day before. Our bodies are made to fit
together. I receive you through my tunnel of love -
sugarcoated walls of tiramisu. The clouds are

vanilla ice-cream. But you won’t be
needing a spoon. There’s music and laughter
coming from every room. You’re hokey as
a character in an old cartoon.