The human body has so many contours,
it’s as if each were made for a lover’s hand to hold
I’ve never before appreciated the warm smoothness of skin,
I’ve never understood muscle tissue until now

I love that you don’t care that I don’t care
-we might as well have just crawled out from under a bridge,
looking like a homeless couple-
and that your eyelashes are longer than mine.
I love when you switch to walking on my other side
because you don’t like holding hands with your left hand,
and when you make us yerba mate in a gourd just like the Argentines do

We spend our time grocery shopping and lying in bed,
driving without any clear direction,
walking without any real destination.
I’ll never forget your face
as I held you
and our bodies said the sweetest goodbye
that was never spoken

You say the house is empty without me
sometimes I wonder
is it months or is it lifetimes that we’ve been together?