in part, how I feel about you
is a gradual slowing, a low melting, a pooling and a warming.
A pitched focus on the infinitesimal details of you,
cleft of your chin, split of your tongue, rift between your teeth – a trinity of dichotomies,
then a premonition of significance about these noted details, this one three of twos.
What I am saying is that you
give me a sensation that precedes realization,
like the left side of an epiphany,
or sehnsucht on the brink of, at last, sufficiency.
So what I am saying is
I’d like to know, so push me over.