To be honest I should be embarrassed
writing this down where you might read it but
then I remember you aren't curious
and don't read things I write
so I can say
I love everything you touch;
embrace all parts of you
every sweater you leave in my car
I hold to my face to inhale
the half life of your perfume
every lost strand of hair
loitering on the night stand
I rub between my fingertips
as a collector turns a talisman over in his palm
cherishing the texture
when you walk away from your coffee mug
I don't disturb your lipstick print on the rim but
I have been known to lick your lukewarm spoon
waitresses sometimes stare