i do not love you

...i love you because i know no other way

than this: where i does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on your chest is my hand,
so close, that your eyes close as i fall asleep

Pablo Neruda 

Pat Perry 

creep

i doubt my writing a lot
a lot- you see how a lazy word creeps into it

but then i read some today
and found a little curl creep up my lips