A love poem...

pretty poem

i really do like those jeans
on you.
i like your half smile
your nervous hands
the way you gesture
when we’re sitting at our kitchen table
talking
and the world is just too much.
i like that you always consider
what i might need for my lunch,
the way you put up
with my constant revelations
and my best ideas.
i like that you only wear black t shirts,
that’s all that’s in your drawers.
i like your jokes and your catch phrases.
everyone thinks you’re mean
but you’re actually just shy.
your music is terrible.
cher and rod stewart and iron and wine,
i have to leave the kitchen.
i like that you know what you’re doing,
that you bend pipe and twist wires.
i like that you spark something.
the heart tattoo with my name across it
​makes me smile.
i love holding your hand
walking to the store
in the deepening after dinner dark
as the streetlights come on
one by one,
and the way
i can lean into you
away from the wind and the chill.