Nurture Walk Morning Song

I like your lips.
I like your tongue and teeth.
I like your larynx, pharynx and vocal folds.
I like your vulva.
I like your vagina, cervix and uterus.
I like your ovaries and fallopian tubes.
I like your heart.
I like your lungs.
I like your muscles, nerves and bones.
I like your neck, head and shoulders.
I like your arms, back, abdomen and legs.
I like your hands, feet, fingers and toes.
I like your mucus, sweat, blood and tears.
I like your skin and pores.

Okay, I like your organs, tissues, fluids, cells and chemicals.

I like your light and dark matter.
I like your energy.

I like your eyeballs, irises and pupils.
I like your lids and brow.
I like your forehead, cheeks and chin.
I like your ears.
I like your nose.
I like your hairs.
I like your clothes.
I like your Mind.
I like your thoughts.
I like your choices.
I like your chest.
I like your breasts.
I like your butt.
But I love you.
But I love you and I cannot stop.

You may think I may be sane;
I am planning a good escape
from this Rainy-day-fund existential Plane.

But I love you too.