But, I am in love. In love with the eyes. In love with the lips. The way they bubble and crack To then mimic the softest of bed sheets. I am in love with fresh linen. The way my legs feel freshly shaven Over something so freshly cleaned. A poetic stance on the topic of new beginnings, The topic of rebirth. The littles that are seen in the most mundane items. How they dance With the prospect With the ability To be more. To be a metaphor. I am in love With the dog hair on my bright yellow chair. Each strand bursting with the pure ability to love, Enhancing its stance against the fluorescent fabric. Simply, I am I love with love. -T