It's Been Awhile

since I wrote a love poem.
after all what needs this world
yet another Declaration of Inter-Dependence?


Lazy afternoon, sun kicked out the overcast drizzle,
that made you decide to cook, my heart sizzle.
You bang honey, BBQ sauce, tomato something or other
into one of your own poems, I am a couch potato observer.

Strumming my thoughts, note plucking,
Looking for two or three chords to
Basis-form a shapely container ship
For sharing what I am feeling.

A Dylan-like tune of my own growling,
begins to format, and next,
(you know what's a coming),
start singing my very own verbal song,
Nat-named this lyrical beat,
A Declaration of Inter-Dependence.

If not for you:

I would weep more.

I would weep less,
(so many tears of joy!).

My carousel, horse back riding days,
would be over, ended.

I would never make a bed unasked
(but it gives you so much pleasure).

I would live on Frosted Flakes
and microwaved hot dogs

I would die w/o ever seeing
someone weep after reading my poetry.

For that alone...

I declare my whole state of being
being dependent on another's existence.

Ok. All done. Sneak-peeking in the oven
To see what my love is poeming for our
dinner.

You may now move about the inter-dependent cabins of our
heart.