• i don’t think of you rarely

    as a whole

    but often as a collection of many

    wonderful, beautiful things

    rows of veins

    and long avenues of marrow

    the delicate balance of freckles across your nose

    how your lips turn upwards into a smile

    when you roll your eyes

    you are a collection of many wonderful, beautiful things

    i don’t ask to possess them; or you

    but simply request

    to watch you become much more