lover is a day

like love

she asks me to write about the 5 senses
tells me the only way to get unstuck is to write about what i know
i tell her
he smells like the chamomile tea that my dad made over ice and crushed mint on saturday nights
like scoops of vanilla ice cream over brown sugar
he has skin like the mellow brown light that streams into my room in the mornings
he looks like liquid gold
and god he tastes like sweaty skin
like heat
like open mouth kisses
he has a voice that sounds like waves crashing
like hands clenching
like depth beyond depth

and touch? she asks. how does he feel?
i shrug, he feels like love