You are my favorite place to be soft.

Your bed is my favorite to leave:
1) a puddle of clothes
2) the feeling that I need to cover up.

You are my favorite place to be naked.

You are my favorite way to undress
wash my makeup off
press all of my skin against all of your skin
and feel safe.

You are my favorite person to not bicker with.

You are my favorite way to practice loving
By responding to roughness with tenderness
Which wins always
Like paper covering rock.

( Or? )

You are my favorite person to be wrong around.

You are my favorite way to understand
That light is not better than dark
And we only are able to name and prefer one
because of contrast with the other.

( And if this is true. Or maybe if it isn’t. )

You are my favorite person to make better.
You are my favorite person to be made better by.