Love Poem

because I love how your hair smells like hair.
I always hated the smell of shampoo.
Besides, I love you, it’s true.
The way you pretend to chew gum when you’re nervous.
The way you stick out your tongue when you look in the mirror
‘cause you think your face is shaped better that way.
And I love the way you pray.
And I love the way you chew and use chopsticks like you’re from Japan
or China or where ever chopsticks are from.
God, you’re a woman of culture I wanna eat you like not a vulture… A swan.
I wanna eat you like swans eat flowers.
Baby, if swans ever ate flowers I would eat you like that for hours
…except when you’re sour
… And acting like a self-righteous grumpy old grump like you do sometimes
‘cause those times you make me wanna run to the edge of the fucking world
and hurl myself into a black fucking hole and never come back ever…
And then there are the times I wanna be with you forever.
And follow you forever where ever you go.
If only for that freckle in the middle of your belly that’s just like mine
or the time you corrected me for saying man instead of human kind.
I can’t believe I did that.
You know how much I love your boobs.
Almost as much as I love how you hate that I call breasts boob.
And say you’re tired of dating a twelve-year-old boy but God your boobs bring
me joy,
Though I could live forever between the lines of your teeth and eat nothing but
memory
and purge myself clean.
You are a dream.
We are a nightmare sometimes,
but if you wake up crying I’ll be there to hold you
fold you in the pockets of my faith and say «we'll be okay…»