Love has boundaries, like a map, and I guess that makes me a cartographer. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re too topographical for my taste.

“She had two lips like strawberries, and the seeds gave her kisses texture. I pr…”

“Wherever I go I carry around a clothes iron, a loaf of bread, and a block of ch…”

“Last night I slept like a baby. In a crib.”

“I got fleeced once, by a sweater—a fleece, if you will. And won’t you? Please d…”