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
fingers
