i love sharing my thoughts with someone

i love listening to someone else's ideas

i love discourse

i love smiling

i love poetry
i love writing
i love reading
i love philosophizing


i love holding hands
i love running my cold hands under warm water
i love seeing children loved by their parents
i love seeing children love their parents
i love a firm handshake
i love staring into the eyes of the person i love
i love listening to my brother play the sax
i love listening to my brother talk about his past
i love listening to my brother when he is silent
i love getting a thank you from someone after helping them
i love your eyes
i love education
i love listening to your problems
and giving you answers
i love listening to your problems
and offering you nothing
i love to be caressed and touched
if for seconds
i love to caress and touch
if for seconds
i love the shadows cast by objects in my bedroom when the sun sets
i love the sun
i love the moon and the stars
when 99.9% of people ignore them by never looking up
thats means more for me . . . i got dibs on alpha centauri
i love old skool rap
beatnuts, tribe, O.C., souls of mischief, madlib, illmatic, the roots, common, black moon, cypress hill, nwa, jeru, biz markie, kurious jorge, public enemy, lords of tha underground, ogc, smif n wessun, wu tang, peterock and cl smooth, mosdef, binary star, mobb deep, lone catalysts, talib, ed og, jay dilla, no id, 8off, native tounge family, DITC, onyx, little brother, eric b and rakim, snoop, keith murray, raekwon, masta ace, rock steady crew, big daddy kane, geto boys, the ed lover dance, alkaholiks, lootpack, bone thugz, bushwick bill, etc. . . .
i love fucking
i love sex
i love making love to the woman that i love
i love having orgasms
i love giving her orgasms
the trees lose all their leaves in the winter and i still love them
when my father had cancer a year ago and his hair fell off, i held him in my arms and we cried and we cried and i loved him regardless as i do today.
i love peanut butter (crunchy) and jelly sandwiches
i love dancing
i love drinking with a good friend
i love stumbling over a chair and falling to the ground to only have my drunken friend fall right next to me and we laugh, we laugh
. . . . . and get a bad hangover the next day
i love falling into snow a foot deep with the women i love in my arms and feel the cold of the snow glowing against our faces, the warmth of kissing melting the frost on our lips
i love mi mama, y mi hermano y mi hermana que nunca nacio, mis amigos, mis abuelos que casi los conoci, mi familia en Chile, mi mismo
i love standing in a thunderstorm, arms stretched to the sky, eyes jetting upwards
raindrops falling on my tongue are never enough to quench my thirst
and i remember getting wet under rainclouds
getting wet under rainclouds
i am not afraid
to remember under rainclouds
. . . . of love, of raindrops falling on my tongue