I like you
simply because you’ve made me happy?
As if being
with you merely tickles my spine, as if after a conversation
with you, I
am left with champagne laughter bubbling
in my throat.
When you’ve ignited all sorts of fires at the
base of my spine
(the fires you start rage boldly and burn brightly before
into a steady, comforting ember) as well as
in my belly that resonate so strongly within my ribs I am left
gasping for air,
bones shaking from the intensity of frustration
and anger and untainted compassion and despair and
sentience of human fragility: an acute awareness