having kissed all of your
impossibly beautiful cells,
having roamed the soft countries
of your body and declared a peaceful
coexistence between lips and
sweat and turned off the last light—
i tell you that i am
in love with you, and i say it without
laughing afterwards, without being embarrassed
that i have felt anything at all. the corner of
your mouth lifts like a balloon and
i am sure that every morning should
begin with the easiness of being
wanted.