Who told you to do that?
That thing you do with your lip,
when you tuck it under your teeth?
Or that occasional bounce in your step like
walking on inverted slinkies?
Or that way you wipe off the phone
on your thigh after saying goodbye?
Who told you to flash a dimple with that smile?
Or the way you sand down your voice
so it’s as smooth and light like balsa wood?
Who told your eyes how to tap
dance when we make contact?
Who told you to say what you feel with
grace and depth like the trinity
of brush, oil, and canvass?
Who told you to love my often