i am in love with it
with all of it
with all these shapes
sighings hopings wantings
all this hair flicking turning on its heel
the bread is burnt the cake is sweet
the rain is coming
i’m in love with it all
for it is her
dancing inside of him
for he is the empty and
she is the everything and
i am their child
doubtful terrified tip toe
balanced on the screaming-through-the-dark
perpetual cresting tip of their bliss