An Ode to Your Ears

I like the curvature of your ears,

for what their swerve reflect about

the rest of your character,

the promise of ply in the rest of

your scenery,

and the varied trajectories I could

take down your body.

Because I like the thought of

losing grasp of the helix, and

slipping down the lobe, and

crashing against faintly murmured words, into

the middle of nowhere

with you.