library

i like this.

i like the way

your voice dips

into a velvety murmur

as you lean toward me,

like the books shouldn’t even

hear us;

i like the jokes

you tell me

like i’m in the front row

of your act and you

want me to get it;

i like the twinge of my

stomach as i try

not to laugh too hard

among the sweepings

of pages and the clickings

of computer mice

 

i like how you tell me

that you’re glad i came

smirking as you rush

to grab the door

before i do,

walking alongside me

like some boy’s loyal

hunting dog

 

(i like this

i like this

i like you)