I love them-
all the ways
that you love me-
the playful squeeze
as you pass by me
standing at the kitchen sink
with my hair pulled back,
and you smile at me-
you smile, like I’m beautiful-
me, in my ponytail
and this old apron…
yes, I love them-
all the ways
that I love you back-
stealing kisses as you rob
a cookie from the sheet…
and I let you
because I only made them
to see that look on your face-
you know the one,
the one that says
“I love you”
in a million-and-a-half
different
little
ways