In the theater, awaiting the curtain rising,
My woman looks at me and I say
Tangerines.
She punches me in the arm,
Cause once again I read her mind,
For I know she is silently making her shopping list.

In the kitchen, looking confused, she is
Thinking what the heck did I come in here for,
Smiling, I suggest a cuppa tea might be nice,
And she looks at me queerly and says
******* it, stop doing  that!

Driving home she turns to me
And I say, yes, a veggie burger at Houston's
Would be a great idea for dinner.

She can't hit me cause I am doing the driving,
But she does make some laughing, teeth gnashing noises,
Which are most comical.

I am no Houdini, it's quite simple,
After 5 years, I read her like a book,
A book of my poems that she has inspired,
Entitled the Mysteries of True Love.

6:00 PM
In the sun room, smiling.
May 25, 2013