I want to write a poem where I say I love you

Not to a boyfriend or a dead body or someone
who’ll cradle me in the morning. Maybe to the
heart of palm in the all-you-can-eat restaurant salad.
Maybe to a quip. Maybe to a roommate,
at a skateboard park humming with sand.
I don’t want to build a party or a funeral
or any windy migration of our souls. Just
I love you. Those three pearly words.
A declaration of dependence.
Maybe it’ll happen on a beach,
the oysters waiting to sing, too.