I have good taste

I love you from the roof.

I love you late at night with half-closed eyes to the sound of a ceiling fan.

I love you over tic-tac-toe and green elephants on white napkins.

I love you from the smell of the hood of your sweatshirt and the drag of your heels.

I love you to accidental fires and back, I love you to minor chords and major resolutions.

I love you in the deep coral red of your tongue and the
pleats where
your lips come together.

I have good taste.