Pressing freshly laundered 
towels against face
listening to ocean 
in sea shells 
catching snow on 
my outstretched tongue 
hear a robin’s 
song announcing spring 
feeling the vines 
of your arms 
wind around me 
these are things 
that remind me 
of just why

It’s this 
I’ve written 
a letter 
to you 
but 

I can’t 
find a 
stamp which 
to post 
so 

I read 
it back 
to myself 
hoping you’ll 
hear 

It’s happiness 
I see
when looking 
at you 
nothing else 

it’s when 
I see
you looking 
at me 
nothing less 

He waits 
for mine 
before he 
does his 
its been 
like this 
ever since 
the first 
volley of 
aren’t you 
gonna why
don’t you 
and then
by after 
you no
I insist 
and so
went our 
little seesaw 
of love 

It’s always been 
cackle and quack
moo and whinny 
and those side-eyes
cautious and suspicious 
that tickle me 
you are my
very own barnyard
little ol’ you 
little ol’ me 
we never knowing 
just what is
waiting for us 
behind the weathered 
doors of hearts 
that come galloping 
out finally free
grazing and gazing