in the morning
in a smile
across the table
while he looks at me.
It makes me stable
in a topsy-turvy world,
I’m his girl.

Sugar is sweet
in the afternoon.
I don’t have to have
a pale moon for romance.
He and I can slow-dance
in the sun -
Not wait
till day is done.

Sugar is sweet
in evening.
A kiss is sweeter
than a cake.
A sloppy kiss
doesn’t leave crumbs!
He can sweep me up,
not the floor.
Bring me to the boudoir.