I am learning your features, the angle
at which you hold your chin, the slant
of your mouth when you are thinking,
the slant of your mouth when
you are holding back, the slant
of your mouth when
you might mention
a story from boyhood.
I am learning your preferences, the process
of your coffee making, the place
where your dishes belong on the shelf,
the place in your room where I may leave
a hint of my belongings, the place
in your room where, I've noticed,
you've kept the notes I have written.
I am learning your rituals, your morning
unlike my morning, all clanging and loud, the reliable
technique used for folding, the reliable
method used when you cook, the reliable
way in which you take your hands
to my face to bring me
into your ritual and space.