[ Lxxxvi ]

i love it when you

touch my hand

like it's so fragile

that you might

break it.

or when you

smile at me

like i'm the only one

in the room.

or when your eyes

meet mine for

a brief second of time

and it's like this . . .

silent conversation

is held.

or when you laugh

because of something

i say or do.

or when you

stare at me from

across the room

like i don't notice.

i love all these things

about you.

but the question is

what,

if anything

do you love about me?