love, in three parts
i lay my finger across
the alcove above your chin
and rock it back and forth
gently, just to make sure it fits
rock, rock, rock
sure enough, it fits.
it’s a sunny day
and you are driving
“look at that cloud,”
you say pointing.
“it looks like a giant penis.”
i look at the cloud
sure enough, it does.
swish, swish, swish
go the tails of the horses
in the blurry fields.
the sun just hid
behind a cloud that looks like a cloud.
but i know it will come out again,
sure enough.
