I love shaking my foot when I sit. I love nodding my head when I don't pay attention. I love coloring on paper table clothes with crayons. I love telling black girls I'm into chocolate men. I love observing people and getting scolded for staring. I love mimicking your speech pattern. I love taking on your body language. I love making you smile without moving your mouth. I love pausing in the middle of a kiss and saying "Hi." I love knowing that there is always something bigger to catch. I love knowing that you aren't beautiful until I know you. I love keeping things sacred. I love being for just one person. I love watching your hands move when I should be listening to you speak. I love knowing I'm saying more when nothing's coming out of my mouth. I love asking hobos if they have spare change. I love how boxing rings are square. I love having a tight grip. I love feeling your expressions change when your face is buried in my neck. I love the scent of your voice, the taste of your beauty, the sworn secrecy your eyes give me when I'm spilling, the one millionth of a millimeter between our skin; just enough room. I love breathing in what you breathe out. My body is a temple. Don't try to get inside me and then use it to claim sanctuary. I want to grow to think you're the most beautiful creature; not lust over you at first sight. I will spend more time looking at your hands than I will looking at your face.
february 2008
