How to love me

riffing off foxmagic's post here

I do not want to be loved like a woman loves a pickle in a commercial.

Do not love me like cherry ice cream or Mai Tais. Not in the sense of something to be devoured, clung to, guarded.

Love me like a meme. Love me like a chain letter. Love me like your favorite .mp3 file.

Love me like the best Thai restaurant in the city. Love me like the t-shirt you loaned your best friend in 6th grade and never got back. Love me like the book you just read. Like your favorite film since...forever.

Love me like a conversation inside your head that begs to be released onto the page. Love me like laughter. Love me like the sun, which moves across the sky yet always returns.

Love me with an open hand, because if there's one thing a falcon truly loves...

it is Flight.

With a capital F.

-Fin-