I like calla lilies, and A. J.'s hands.
and the lavender fervor of dusk.
I like cold sunny days, and saxophones
and practicing second base.
I like mustang cars, and pungent cheese,
and nothing I have to do.
I like roller coasters, and leaves in Vermont,
and messy, shiny, I- don't-care hair.
I like generosity, and steamy jacuzzis,
bubling in sub-zero air.
I like the cold side of the pillow
and the idea of Europe.
I like riding in jeeps and writing stories
and the smell of small-town work.
I likw wine with a bite during girlfriend chats,
and gravelly Springsteen songs.
I like hot sauce that burns down to my shins,
and strong jaws with curved-in cheeks.
I like watchinfg the Jayhawks buzzer-beat Duke,
and the superior air of city nights.
I like tender kisses that just took a sip,
and giggling babies, and the letter 'z.'
I like three feet of snow on a Saturday,
and the Bristol Stomp, and laughing for real.
I like falling in love inside candle light,
and suspense, and The New York Times.
I like gardens, and buildings, and reading on planes,
and morning prayer, and coffee.
