Six
195.These are not the number of ways I love you.
These are not the number of things I hate about you.
These are not, even, the ways you make me laugh
or the number of hairs on your upper lip
It's not the number of times we've fucked
Or the number of phone conversations we've had.
No.
It's not even the number of navels you've had to peel.
Actually, it might be.
In reality,
It's nothing but the number of times I want to say I do.
One hundred and ninety-five countries.
One hundred and ninety-five times.
Until it's clear all around the world.
In every single timezone.
Wait...we should add the oceans.
The fish need to know, too
And Maritime Law is pretty hot
Seven.
I want to tell you a secret.
The first thing of yours I kiss in the morning
Is the last thing I dreamt about that night.
The shell of your ear
The column of your throat
The pad of your thumb
The beds of your nails
Where your wrist connects to arm
arm to elbow
elbow to shoulder
The last thing of yours I kiss before bed
Is the first thing I dream about at night
Elbow to shoulder
elbow to arm
arm to where it connects to your wrist
The beds of your nails
The pad of your thumb
The column of your throat
The shell of your ear