from 2011

[randombattlecry]

I like you. The curve of your hand
the way your fingertips are hooks
that latch me fast
and pull me close.

I like the water, the things moving within
how they look through shafts of sunlight
how we're up above, warm and dry.

I like dirt in my fingernails
grass stains on my jeans
wine in the bottle
you on my knee.

I like being silent.
when I stop being silent
I'll like the noise.