“I Love You Like”; Post #6, 6.18.19

“I love you” is so simple to say and can carry so much, but still… Our language only has the one word for love. Sanskrit has 96! Ancient Persian, 80!, Greek 4, and English…1! So as one way to get at the radical variety of feelings contained in the “love” that I have for my Beloved I thought about a host of moments in which I feel love…

Here they are;

I love you like trees love rainy Portland.

I love you like a garden patch loves the touch, hands and voice of her gardener.

I love you like a hair products merchant loves a young new head.

I love you like a smiling person loves another smiler.

I love you like an escaped dog loves a safe long lawn.

I love you like grass culture loves cracks in the concrete.

I love you like a sophomore loves school year’s end.

I love you like a builder loves a pickup truck.

I love you like wintered bare skin loves the Sun’s warmth.

I love you like a frog loves a pond.

I love you like a solar collector loves fresh glycol.

I love you like 3/0 copper loves a 200 amp load.

I love you like the body loves rhythm.

I love you like mariners love a brisk wind and a calm sea.

I love you like love loves a red hot heart.

I love you like feeling loves a full shelf plus time.

I love you like freedom loves an open road and a full stocked cook box.

I love you like flesh loves the start moment and also the end, which stars a new start…

I love you like dancing and writing and time bring the journey to presence.

I love you like a fish knows it can swim upstream.

I love you like sadness can hold joys hand all the way in.

I love you like fresh pickles gratify

I love you like baking soda loves carbon.

I love you like a clean fridge and a haircut love buoyancy.

I love you like daimon knows to bust culture or use it, bruise the hurt or choose it.

I love you like walking calms and wetness confirms.

I love you like choice is the difference.

I love you like plastic suits one thing, steel another, and feathers the other.

I love you like her bright ideas and his bright ideas and mine and your bright ideas mix in the big empirical pot, with invisible stuff and gods blue jeans; sweet soul food served up fills up, tops it all up.

I love you like a hail storm loves balancing by way of the unbalanced moment.

I love you like space loves a good book, and space knows how to cook, and lovers take a second look, never off the hook for space’s fruit.

I love you like a tree is a creature who stays home.

I love you like a hurricane knows calm like no one else.

I love you like heartbreak grows the learning bone.

I love you like a Buddhist monk loves un-attachment.

I love you like clarity comes only through the deep travel of pain.

I love you like love has parts that bite and spit and rage.

I love you like opening costs some blood.

I love you like real stuff can be found under the fingernails.

I love you like true answers are [wholly] unsatisfying to distortion.

I love you like shade loves.

I love you like water cuts.

I love you like fire burns.

I love you like a storm cloud serves.

I love you like the bus is available, but keeps moving.

I love you like a surfer waits.

I love you like art loves the audience.

I love you like a wax glove; it burns a little but nothing fits more precisely.

I love you like Mother Theresa the builder.

I love you like a fox.

I love you like an owl.

I love you like hammer and nail.

I love you like the Persian language loves love.

I love you like Eros loves and loves you; with my invisible self.

I love you like a win.

I love you like a shell game.

I love you like a fishing lesson.

I love you like a photograph.

I love you like the solstice morning.

I love you like softness incarnate loves the hand.

I love you like wind forms the dunes.

I love you like a sailor loves the horizon.

I love you like water cleans.

I love you like a spiral in and a spiral out.

I love you like fish love to school.

I love you like 7 pounds of nylon and aluminum sheds the weather.

I love you like computing creates heat.

I love you like green green grass in June loves the day.

I love you like children love a trampoline and a dog.

I love you like fire loves to go up and get bigger.

I love you like good and bad share the same space.

I love you like writing reveals, grows and calms.

I love you like tartar sauce loves some deep fried halibut.

I love you like crying is a four daughters of beauty conversation.

I love you like spice loves good vegetable cooking.

I love you like spice adds to life.

I love you as you love Meridian.

I love you as you love life.

I love you as you love your people.

I love you like a swift key stroke loves the word.

I love you like hurt begets growing.

I love you like music takes me there to the crying place.

I love you like a sunlight blue hole loves a waiting photographer’s mountainside.

I love you like drama informs but tells only part of the truth.

I love you like restraint and abandon can both be self loving.

I love you like a cycle loves loss.

I love you like the base of a tree smells like lived and living life.

I love you like a good solid fuck loves healing.

I love you like fire starts fire.

I love you like wind is actually drawn and does not actually blow.

I love you like a naked swim in an alpine lake on a summer day leads to sex outside.

I love you like soaking in hot water makes me taller.

I love you like the smell of you makes me want to smell you some more.

I love you like hands can hold and can also release.

I love you like bold conversation loves actual ease.

I love you like hot afternoon days inspire touching.

I love you like bristlecone pines have seen the Vikings.

I love you like beetloaf makes me laugh at vegans.

I love you like shared context loves the bigger deeper belly laugh.

I love you like laughter heals.

I love you like skin to skin releases oxytocin, automatically.

I love you like a day with 12 good hugs.

I love you like 10,000 gallons of water in the tank.

I love you like cash in hand before the purchase.

I love you like a zero balance.

I love you like a job well done for a customer who gives a shit.

I love you like Munjai’s neck loves the sensual.

I love you like a hip check puts a smile on Ava’s face.

I love you like a paint brush in Kiowa’s hand calms her.

I love you like self authority loves alignment.

I love you like Moleskin loves a curious and persistent mind.

I love you like key strokes equal words equal growing times equal poems down equal pages printed equal feelings shared equal self love and the love of life and of others, practiced.

I love you like water warms and cools, like fire heats and burns, like earth holds and dirties, like wind blows down and cleans.

I love you like skin still serves long after death.

I love you like time accretes soil and sand and humus and edges and trees and times making love.

I love you like a feeling felt leaves, and takes up no more shelf space.

I love you like an evening out, in Scottsdale, in the summer time.

I love you like anger’s heat gives clear information.

Thank you dear Reader!

 Andrew