Am I Allowed to Look at It?
that something sublime is just about
to happen. You are my miracle worker.
You came into the room all
feverish and regal like raspberries sizzling
on a skillet. Get it? You ask me what I'm doing
and I say I want to write a poem in cream and watch you drink it.
The world is shiny because you cleaned it.
Joy is something you can trust. It's a good way to relax.
Everything looks great on you.
What are you thinking about now, cuteness?