I listen to the ways the world says 'you'; The soap used to wash your socks, The water flowing from them to the drain, The scent left on the feet of you. The taste of your armpit tamed or wild, Fresh or aged, shaved or cultured Always eternally you. The scars of your skin Vigorous, healthy, the life of the earth in you Exuding from you, you becoming you As when fresh bathed, you Come to me strong and familiar and always shy Asking, learning and leaning and asking If I am happy with you. This 'yes', and all the 'yeses' of you From me to you, others to you You to me again and again an "I do, I do, Oh I do." It's not just my tongue Massaging the names of you across my lips Or just my brain recognizing the scents of you. Even too, the warmth around my heart, The swelling of my blood Has become a name of you Like the place in my arms The niche in my most inner guts, This ingredient of my cherished dreams.