I LIKE YOUR SHIRT (**Etc.**)

I LIKE YOUR STOCKINGS I like your stockings for their fine sheer hints of staying touchful toward a jillion glints that quickly could attach themselves to mints as mintiness outstings the taste of quince. I LIKE YOUR HANDKERCHIEVES I like your handkerchieves, each one designed for purposes that shouldn't be maligned by any force whose eyes, though maybe blind, feel bound to see some need to seem quite kind. I LIKE YOUR GOLDFISH I like your goldfish for each way they swim and thus appear to own the very vim that keeps a universe's chances slim of ever having to become too dim. I LIKE YOUR SMILE I like your smile for how it forms a wreath whose sheens could ceaselessly rerebequeath a sense that all of Nature is a heath that has no hate above, no grief beneath. I LIKE YOUR FROWN I like your frown for how it is a jeerer against the horridness with which no mirror might soon permit one hour to be the cheerer of any everlasting kind of leerer. I LIKE YOUR BOBBY PINS I like your bobby pins for how their sheens could tend to issue answers to all beans as beans might soon police the in-betweens of children caught attempting to be teens. .I LIKE YOUR LIBRARY I like your library for how it sends a semblance of some very darling trends that certainly might offer sundry bends to divers in all worlds of bookish blends. I LIKE YOUR BANK I like your bank for how it pumps out money that, even when it seems perhaps too funny, helps keep some nooks and crannies rather sunny while generating silken globs of honey. I LIKE YOUR ANSWERS I like your answers for how well they tilt the universe toward concepts that might wilt my tendency to be a bag of silt unwilling to admit eternal guilt. I LIKE YOUR WHISKEY I like your whiskey for each way it mashes my guess that lives are little else but dashes toward special areas where flesh soon crashes in modes including tooth on tooth that gnashes.