I like.

I like the sound of clicking keys and speculative pauses. Also acrylic fingernails on counter tops and the smell of hairspray, cigarettes, and perfume together. I like full lips and strong jaws, also hot coffee with cream, sugar, and some cinnamon. Ripe avocados with salt, precisely applied mac eye makeup, and bitten fingernails. Hot days with burning sneaker soles, 25 cent sugar waters, and beef patties. Roof tops at night, and bare feet on cold ground. I like shirts off, pounding drums and sweat that pours from pores until its barely salty. I like laughing when hardly anyone knows whats funny, and dancing on the subway to pass the time. Barely kissing but tasting warmth, and swimming in creeks that are clear and cold. The unexpected from the predictable and climbing trees like a monkey. Coconut froz fuit and winding hips until my spine melts away. I like mangoes and rhythm and popping packing paper under jumping feet.I could go on forever with this. I like that I won't.