You do the printing
I will do the cursive
Let's get entangled
And generate our own
Fancy script

If real people can cry
Fake tears
Can fake people cry
Real tears?

If I leave
Do I go left
If leaves leave
Are there any left
I left with the leaves
I followed them right
I wanted to know where
They go
When they leave
But I got lost
The leaves left too fast
Leaves have to leave
Naked after fall
Never leave chasing leaves
Unless you know the way
Thankfully
The trees will re-leaf
New dressings in spring
What a relief

If I could read your mind
It would be reading mine
And we would say it
At the exact same time

It is
Irresponsibly
Irresponsible
To be
Sarcastically
Sarcastic
About
Dangerous
Dangers
I’m
Jokingly
Joking
Don’t take it
Seriously
Serious

~
Girl You Know It’s True
Your hair looks terrible
Don’t blame it on Lorraine
Your furloughed hairdresser
Blame It On The Rain
And Lorraine
Girl I’m Gonna Miss You
~

And I ran with
The ribbon cutting
Ceremonial scissors
Celebrating my brave
Resolution to not
Make bad decisions

The moon beams
Because everyone
Stares at it

The sun obliges us with shine
Because we loved it
So much yesterday

The stars sparkle because
They like the way
They look in your eyes

Thank you
For pushing my stuffing
Back in place
When I have one of
Those days

I would do it myself
But I can’t reach

It means more
Coming from you anyway

We will find our needle
And thread someday

Love,
Your grumpy 
Brown eyed bear

Like a chip
A crayon and
A bad habit

Never apologize
For being broken

Grainy images
From the
Darkroom of
Your psyche
Develop quickly
Fade slowly
Reflecting
Illuminations

Deja vu
Did you invite her?
I didn’t
She showed up anyway
So strange
Next time mix it up
And invite
What’s her name?
Jamais vu

Eventhough
The age of stability is over
Some lights in our life
Shimmer truthfully
We know who they are
Hold them tightly
And don’t
Let them go

I wake up
Like a paycheck
Already spent and taxed

Can you make anything
Believable from doubt?

Only in scrabble
Worth 8 points

Hate shallowly
Where no roots can grow
Love deeply
So all your roots will show

My happiest place on earth
Isn’t where the giant mouse is
It’s laying next to you
Where restful breathing lives

Insecure wandering
Lost in the day

Even the trees seemed
To walk away

I talked to the sky
It was blue too

These kind of days
I’d rather be you

Can the
Language of love
Be lost
In translation
If it’s not
The language
You dream in?

A striking beauty
No painter could master
No camera could capture
Only the eyes of the one who
Truly loved her
Could see the true beauty
That she really was

Touching
Inhaling
Exhaling

Come back
We miss
You

Covering my exposed
When you know it’s cold
Warms my whole body
Because it’s love
That it knows

The one go to outfit
Style of stylus

The closet full of combos
Style of stylus

The fashion show
Style of stylus

Mix and match
Stay true to you
There are no rules

The fashion police have been
Fired

I love you only on
Sunday
Monday
Tuesday
Wednesday
Thursday
Friday
and
Saturday

Notably anonymous
When you are a
Big nobody
And everyone
Knows it

Red roses in the vase
Purple violets in the grass
Too much fiber at lunch
This too shall pass

(You guessed the rest)

Would this puzzle be
Easier to solve
If the pieces were
Crystal clear?

You’re the moon
To my earth
You illuminate me
Make my waves move
Our synchronous behavior
Prove we were
Made for each other

Sweet date night my love
Hope the melons were ripe
The stolen kisses are in my pocket
For sneaks later to consume
Our smiling eyes above our masks
Told each other
What we needed to hear
From here to all the way over there
There's never a shortage of
Love moods
Holding you close
In the baked goods
If I get sick
You get sick
Our vows cover this
I will disinfect
And push the cart
Instead of pushing the
Envelope of risk
Protecting us from doom
Our grocery date nights
Will now be via Zoom

Dr. Metaphor
I’m so burned out
Like overdone toast
I feel useless

You need a good buttering up
If that doesn’t work
Then feed the birds
They love crumbs

Take away our hugs
Take away our greeting
Take away our gathering
Take away our meeting

Smiling was still
Acceptable
It will be ok
Giving hope for today

Now masking our face
With a fake guise
I will now have to learn
To smile with my eyes

If I had wings to fly
I would go far and thrive
I wouldn’t need a car
Because birds can’t drive

Dr Metaphor
Why do I feel like garbage?
Should I just take myself out?
Kick myself to the curb

Of course not
Maybe you should try recycling
There are still good things in you
That can become priceless treasures

Digging for gold
Used to be
Extremely hazardous
To your health

It still is

Mr. T to Mrs. T:
“What month comes after March?”
Mrs. T responded:
“April fool!”

Thrilled to see the
Painted Lady flying free
In the sunshine
Showing off colors
Wherever they wanted to go
No worries in the world
Simply innocent
Flying in circles
I swear I heard them chatting
In cute high pitched voices
Saying hi hello hi hello
Courting mates
Enjoying their nectar
Going to a better place
I hope you make it I waved
Little cosmopolitan
It was a bright highlight
To my day

Negative Fonzie
Are your fries cold?
Is your soda warm?
Why the thumbs down?
Changing everyone’s thumbs
To reflect you are bummed
Not too cool
Leave a comment if
You are dismayed
The way you do it
Not well played

The uncertainty in the world
Makes certain things absolute
The certainty of our love
And reassurance is certainly
A bonus

It’s quite alright that
The Wookiee has no pants
Neither do most of us
In our video chats

She has a cream cheese exterior
Smooth and silky
Glistening in the 4 o’clock hour
Her claws have power
Bites me as I pretend cower
I make her dance with me
Says she’s my comfort
Begs me to let her go
Hugs and love noooo
Gives me a quick kiss
And returns for more
She’s asleep now
Irresistible to see
I just can’t resist
I hug her again
Then she bites me
And grabs my hand
As I yell “YOU'RE SO MEAN”!

No shelter
No in
No place
Some people’s shelter in place
Is right where they are
Sleeping, sitting, standing
In a ***** coat

Cotton candy words
Sticky and sweet
For purposes of amusingly
Capturing your palate
In desire mode
Targeting your attention
As a cheap attraction
Dissolve so quickly
Into a meaningless ***
Of gooey indigestible
Regret

Did you forget to kiss me?
Did I forget to kiss you?
No
He forgot to say
“Kiss the bride”

Finally
Sealed by the
The touch with lips
Never a day goes by
With a forgotten kiss

You’re the only instrument
I’ve ever learned to play
Which keys to touch
Which ones to leave patiently
For another day
Out of tune at times
Then play me some rhymes
But after all these years
Still so much to learn
We have saved all our notes
Joyous and melancholy
Waiting for the next day
To hear the new music we’ll make