I love you
Like paint.
You stick to me and I swirl around in it —
Your Limerick boyhood charm.
Skip to the shop
Pick up goodies for my birthday breakfast that
We failed to eat.
Your history,
My future —
I have you
And Prague.
you are my confetti of cherry blossoms
scattered about the pavement
adored and singularly delightful.
thoughts of you explode
during spring afternoons
like piñatas floating through the sky, wrapped in their papier-mâché of
hot air balloons filled with sprinkles.
you arrive on a saturday, tanned and beautiful
for my birthday
filled with wishes and wine
company, conversation
and kisses.
drunk butterfly 