I like it. 02.13.23

I like it when you
hold on to my heart,
whisper simple things
through the ether
and into the cadence of my breathing,
things that
to my shattered ears sound...
simple
and,
true, even.

today, green drips from the walls
and
the terra cotta is rusty.
it is quiet.

I bounce my knees
and like it when you
carry my mourning dove song
through the edges of the rain,
in careful hands that are always trying
to point out
the optimistic path
but I laugh,
and,
wax cynicism

breathe,
fill the belly fill the lungs
stop moving.
and
look me in the eyes.

don't you know?
I like it when your exhale fogs the glass,
disappears everything
between you and me
and
the whole entire world,
and, folds me up.