Like the foam at the crest of the wave
and the sky. Like the moon and the crack
in the clouds. Like the pan and the hob,
the butter and cob. I love you in all of these ways.
As chimes hanging freely, awaiting
the wind. As trees lie in wait for the rain.
As cocoa and milk, as bare skin and silk.
I love you in all of these ways.
Cameron Holleran 