I love goat cheese
the way it
spreads around in my mouth
creamy and full and mellow

I love little toads
the way the little ones
are so little
and on a fingertip
I can feel their life pulse

I love Facebook
that I can still see
the sticky jelly fingerprints
of someone's life, alive on the
cup even though who they are-
their breathing- has exhaled

I love communion
mind lifting soul
almost by will into
a place of sorrow and joy
the bittersweet of love me because
I need
and You are

I love that Love is
as real as the condensing
of water on the cool of my glass
in the invisible heat that presses against
my skin, damp and begging for release
only to spill down, puddle
and move invisible back into the air
again