(for Larry.)
It is a privilege to love.
I know it like the taste of spit in my mouth.
I know that in loving someone you give delicate things.
You may never get anything for it.
You may not ever see the returns.
But nothing feels as good
As loving someone.
I know this love.
It flickers and dances like a boa
On my neck.
My skin glistens,
My laughter authentic.
My work useful.
My heart filled.
Here, I dance in slow motion,
And gratefully die.