you'd heart the parts, too.

my favorite parts of us

climbing under cold covers
doesn't bother me at all
because your arm never falls asleep on the job
and my head is cradled on your chest like a little bird’s nest
in the crook of a tree

our loony morning songs
a thread of butchered and bumbling lyrics
where one starts, another begins
combing hair, washing face, singing, singing
usually rushed but never too late for
our indecently delightful duets

walking with you hand in paw
hearts out in front
discovering parts of cities no one else sees:
men on horseback, absurd fonts and mistakes,
fields of twenty feral cats,
quiet kindnesses hidden in concrete

i’ve never wanted to dance with anyone, did you know?
with you, i dance til i’m breathless
you make me want to pull on my party shoes
and then kick and laugh them across the room

driving 'round,
little trips and giant ones
you are never annoyed by my directional delay
you say "just stay with me and you won't be lost."

you have it just right
there is love
wherever we go