I Love That

you love chocolate at night

and eggs at sunrise.

I love that you spell everything

correctly, and I spell nothing

well but L-O-V-E.

You charge your battery

with coffee and mojitos.

I don’t know what you see

in me, except the odd

features of the world—

reticence my forte,

diffidence too. Shake me

and I might rattle out

like a box of tacks.

After a night of drinking,

you rocket from bed,

bound down the stairs,

cuddle-call the dog,

marvel at the ordinary.

Your dark hair frames

those new-world eyes;

your skin aglow

with fiery energy—

Morning Europa—

let’s make eggs together,

forget the small betrayals

of who forgot cash for the sitter.

I want most to live inside

your love,

but for now

I write you here,

my love.