An Almost Love Poem

One day I will

Write a love poem

To honor your

Jack Kerouac

Frown lines,

And Ginsberg

Sensibility.

But now, I

Will simply

Study the curve

Of your

Nose and lips

Like I'm photographing

The Guggenheim,

I will wrap myself

In the way your voice rasps,

Neil Young in the morning.

One day I'll call it

A love poem,

Today

It's just

A resemblance

Sleeping in a shared bedroom.