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