i’m not asking anyone
to understand

how i love his chubby stomach
or the way his hair
sticks up all over the place
and feels rough
against my fingertips

how i love the way
he talks and talks
without taking a single breath

how i love when he laughs
and his eyes squint together
and the noise
reverberates around the room

and i’m not sure i even
understand it,
how he loves me

in the room women come and go
talking of michelangelo

but no sculpture
could come anywhere close
to epitomizing him