I Love Her (Part ii)


{richard & elizabeth}

i love her…
…and the noises she makes sometimes when she sleeps. they’re cat-quiet hushes of sounds. at times i hear them, wake lightly, and make them softly back. i don’t know what i’m saying in our language, but i know it’s worth repeating.


{simone & jean paul}

i love her…
…though i hate that life has taught her not to make wishes. not on clocks, not on stars. that’s alright. for every one she won’t say, i’ll make three. and i’ll wish them all on the star she keeps inside her.


{frank & ava}

i love her…
…and the change isn’t conscious. i notice it when a girl i’ve crushed on for two years shows blatant interest and i just can’t care. i notice it when i leave the dance club realizing i don’t know what a single other girl there looked like. she’s the only one i see.


{bowie & iman}

i love her…
…because there is music in us. a muse for mix tapes and soundtracks. i hear her on the radio, i hear us in the trees. loving her is two parts rock and roll, one part rhapsody.


{ellen & portia}

i love her…
…voice, a pitch or two lower, rough-and-tumble, almost as loud as mine. when we met, i was looking the other direction, distracted half-hearted, but there she was saying something. it echoed, and later, i realized it sounded like my name. i was being called home.


{george & pattie}

i love her…
…so i fight for her. it is what lovers do. there is no dichotomy: lover or fighter? it is lover/fighter both. i fought to get her, so i fight to keep her while i’m with her. i do not understand those who fight only to get back what they have lost. you should have been fighting all along.


{michael & shakira}
i love her…
…heart, that center of her, beating drums and fire pits and starless skies, both fear of the dark and intimacy with it. i ran my hands along her sides to feel the blood pulse like lightning striking when she got anxious and knew the strength there was older than she is.


{seal & heidi}
i love her…
…and i remind myself of that when i get uneasy and my skin crawls off my body, headed for the floor, the door. she may not permit herself to feel as intensely, but i know she cares, and i cannot ask for more than she can give. it is always enough.


{frida & diego}

i love her…
…and more and more, i’m thinking i don’t have to say it. i started out not wanting to tell her, but perhaps, in the looking, i’ve discovered i don’t need to. i tell her every day with how i treat her, speak to her, hold her. and if that’s not enough, i don’t know what is.

{words by ellipsis}