Ode to someone I do currently like

I'm trying

You can't say I'm not

You smell 

Like mint gum and maleness and old spice

Or something

And the air of you just titters me 

Makes me flighty and dumb.

I think you think that

About me, you think I'm dumb.

I'm pretty, I know that but I don't know if you know that.

Do you?

I'm pulling your thread

Trying to unravel the mystery 

That embroiders you. 

You tell me nothing until you tell me everything. 

I'm trying I'm trying

To get at you, get right pressed up to you.

Looking at all of those beard hairs like individuals

Wondering how good you smell on the surface of your flushed skin.

Wondering if I could maybe love you

Because I can like all day 

But I have to be taught to love all night.