PDA

You like,
kisses in the middle of the street,
when traffic is coming and everyone is staring at us,
as little kids yell out “Eww," whistles from the teens on the way to school.
You like hugs on the sides of buildings,
up above it all,
when people are peeking at us through binoculars they use for sightseeing,
seeing us instead- move around each other.
You like surprises at work with ten bouquets because one wasn’t good enough to say it,
you like taking my hand in front of my dad and shaking his with the other-collecting kisses from my sisters and mother.
You like curling up behind me at parties wrapping yourself around me tracing butterflies on my neck.

You like chasing and tickling me at bus stops and train stations giving me fits of giggles because you like the sound.

You like copping feels in the isles of bookstores and coffee shops or 
tugging on my hair while waiting in line for Coldplay tickets.
You like screaming I love you over loud speakers after I finish a poem.

You like making it known

and I’m cool….so cool with that.