SAM CANNEY

Liberated Love / Now We’re {         }
after 'Catalogue of Unabashed Gratitude' by Ross Gay

I love you to the teddy bear phone case
holding your white wine glass at jazz night. 
To the skirts you flip through, one dropping 
one jumping right on. To the 
mornings you kiss me like a frog 
kisses it’s lilly pad after plopping out of water. 
I love you the caressing jewels between your 
knuckles and my thighs. I love you 
the hardened hands holding face down
the dog who chewed up my pants while breakfast
sizzled downstairs. The blinking you do
when I let silence between our stare. 
I love you beautiful love you whole love you
enough love you wondering love you curious
love you surgingly love you wantingly love you
holding me love me holding you.
I know you love me too. You know I think the world
is you. When my life is done I’ll go looking 
across that sunset now in our hold ready
to go eternally, dressed in dove shoes.
I love the way I run from you and end up back
around the track and in your arms I love the way
you remind me I am, too, enough for you. 
Though old and sandy and full of want
and though crazed and stupid with rage without
my spoonful of lightning I still love you. 
Now let these lips speak no longer. 
Let-