There’s a
Type of
Love which
Most people
Assign great
Value they
Consider it
The love
The best
Love or
Grandest love
The one
Love and
The forever
Love the
Marriage love
And the
Affectionate love
The love
Of rings
And promises
And oh
The love
That the
Creator anoints
But really
That love
Like so
Many others
Is just
A love
A present
Love no
It’s not
Puppy love
Or giggly
Love or
Summer love
Or even
The friendship
Love try
Not to
Pander to
Hierarchies of
Love just
Love simply
And beautifully
And so
We’ve both
Lost things
And neither
Returned to
Look for
Them knowing
That they
What we’d
Find wasn’t
What we
Lost yet
We found
Each other
And while
As not
Shiny and
New and
With a
Few dings
We are
What we
Are to
Ourselves and
Now to
Each other
Teach me
how to spy
on you
with just
the corner
of one
eye
Teach me
how to whisper
in a way
only you
will hear
Teach me
to speak
in humid
growls
Teach me
to explore
the ridges
of your flanks
the pools
of your
clavicle
the piano
keys
of your chest
Teach me
to know
you
like I
know
the moon
and stars
Teach me
like I’m
a failing
pupil
tutor
me
