I Love

I love being in tandem with you stirring at lightspeed while holding still like hummingbirds

I love being in the quiet lounge watching another customer clap her hands around her infant's hand and cuddle him with a soft print flannel blanket

I love blank verse

I love the ungawdy glockenspiel of my imagination

I love our matching grammars hatching intimate intrusions in the raw

I love "Frostiana" we sang to lift Mr. Shook to the conductor's podium in South Bend

I love being called on bifurcation of issues requiring tissues to absolve the self of guilt

I love serially greeting people who say nothing back abreast of well-hung slang near slander

I love what's wrong with each one shackled in the dormitorio of earthen ware below the stairs

I love not playing the flute but owning the my history of being a flutist pronounced in plain old American

I love centenarians for not taking very many pills for the first three-quarters of a century 

I love the extended period of incubation before launching formally into adulthood at an undisclosed age

I love asymmetry in keeping with impulse control the province of someone inherently not me

I love a good breakfast poem especially with steel cut oats plus chia seeds hemp buds flaxseed and golden milk with protein power (vanilla) and almond milk 

I love being told I make you want to dance on the shake roof with suspenders snapping