It’s like caring

Fingers dancing across

My ribs making

Me giggle like

A bouquet of

Spring daisies found

On my doorstep

Sometimes it’s like

A horse at

Full gallop sweating

And sometimes it’s

Like that first

Late November snowfall

As we gather

For the holidays

Sometimes it’s like

That yet sometimes

It’s the dripping

Eaves after rain

Or a warm

Towel after shower

Or sometimes it’s

Just your voice

Whispering in my

Ear those three

Delicately simple words

That you say

Only to me

FavoriteStory (for Marvin)

And while perusing

The bookstore of

My life I

Happened upon an

All-too familiar story

Of sweetness newly

Discovered in a

Landscape of bleakness

Of quenching rains

Of kindness after

Parching droughted meanness

Of long-awaited holiday

Gatherings after months

Of dark loneliness

It’s a story

Where a crooked

Smile sets to

Light a string

Of otherwise dim

Bulbs you reminded

Me of this

And it’s you

That has become

Yet once again

My favorite story