a book listener,
earbud'd, her literary tastes
sensately incessant,
to head-hear me speak,
iPad down, iPhone paused,
a 10~30 second ritual
while I grrrrin and bear it
a precious jeweled day,
sun providing a great moderation,
76 degrees Fahrenheit,
a steady breeze, 10~15 mph,
a human cooler
she blanket cosseted,
me relieved,
just a memory now,
a sworn oath to do a three mile morning
hike in the nature reserve
overcome with gratitude for that,
and a perfection blessing of a day,
in normal voice, I let the guard take a weekend day off,
pronouncing I love you vey much
at this very moment of poetry inscribing...
so she stops, unbuds, buttons pushed,
and says what dud, duh,
what was it that you said?
nothing unimportant, says me
(why spoil her twice, thinking)
No I insist!
so I repeat my grace laudatory
and she says, I
just wanted to hear it
twice....
and i wonder what else she hears
when I am being disregarded....
I guess this,
a love poem
of sorts,
though confused,
cause I been used,
well and proper
and quite like it,
I think....a little devilry
a spice to a relationship repast,
don't you worry,
I'll get her back
but where, when, how...
Mmmmmm....
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 3:25 PM UTC
a book listener,
earbud'd, her literary tastes
sensately incessant,
to head-hear me speak,
iPad down, iPhone paused,
a 10~30 second ritual
while I grrrrin and bear it
a precious jeweled day,
sun providing a great moderation,
76 degrees Fahrenheit,
a steady breeze, 10~15 mph,
a human cooler
she blanket cosseted,
me relieved,
just a memory now,
a sworn oath to do a three mile morning
hike in the nature reserve
overcome with gratitude for that,
and a perfection blessing of a day,
in normal voice, I let the guard take a weekend day off,
pronouncing I love you vey much
at this very moment of poetry inscribing...
so she stops, unbuds, buttons pushed,
and says what dud, duh,
what was it that you said?
nothing unimportant, says me
(why spoil her twice, thinking)
No I insist!
so I repeat my grace laudatory
and she says, I
just wanted to hear it
twice....
and i wonder what else she hears
when I am being disregarded....
I guess this,
a love poem
of sorts,
though confused,
cause I been used,
well and proper
and quite like it,
I think....a little devilry
a spice to a relationship repast,
don't you worry,
I'll get her back
but where, when, how...
Mmmmmm....
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