love letter

dear you, of whom I am so fond
I cannot ask if you remember the good times, we are like toddlers
sticky thumbs, we've just begun
this tag game renamed

I am happiest
when you & I
are clapping hands

word tradings like children & pressed limb sleepless sleep
I doubt you remember the rest, it's so far gone to you,
the subtleties that survive on my mind -
how things like your smell in wool & dashboard flowers fold themselves
a crevice in my spine

and how much clearer your eyes, they seem in the dark
how simple it is when you don't crinkle your nose
paint has taken on the playground - everything grows like beauty
in an artist's face
little songs pull me from the gut
[you may not have noticed it without your car stereo replaced]

inspiration from your gypsy feet - you are a match for a poet
they walk by so set, skip around & away
the roundcheeked me who shares her lips, spreads her naïveté
to anyone willing to share in this drink...
she sinks
with nonsense and affection,