I love a woman/I love her/I just love and love and love her/and even that one/I could have loved her/I love everything that they possess/I love all their parts/I love every part that moves/I love their hair and their neck/I love the way they walk across the kitchen to put the kettle on/in that lazy familiar way/I love them when they open their eyes in the morning/I love their baby-soft skin/I love their voices/ I love their smaller hands than mine/ I love lying on them and them on me/ I love their soft breasts/ I love their eyelashes and their noses/ their teeth and their shoulders/ and their giggles/ and their desperate passions and their liquids and their breath against yours in the night/ and their snores/ and their legs across yours and their feet in the morning and I love their bellies and thighs and the way each part fits into mine/ and love the way my part fits into them/ and love her sockets and joints and ball bearings/ and love her hip bone and her love-soaked parts that want me/ I love her seasons and love her sleeping and love her walking and speaking and whispering and loving and singing and love her back and her bum nestled into you and you become an armchair/ and love her for taking me in/ and giving me a home for my searing agonies/ my lusts/ my love / my dreams / my sweetness / my honey /my peace of mind / and love pouring all my love into her with open eyes and love our fatigue and love her knees and shoulder blades and pimples and love her waiting for me and love her soothing me as I tell her about my day’s battles in the world – and love and love and love her and her and!