i like learning about you
as we go

i like that your backpack
is made of dough

and the flaps are flaky pastries

i like that you put fruit juice
on your cereal

and that nothing scares you

i hear your phrases
even when you have gone away

and can smell your presence
from over the phone

i like that your mind
has several external hard-drives

which all buzz at once
when you start talking

and i like the hot rainbow
of holy smoke
when you kiss me

and hold me
with your