A Poem For My Wife
July 5th, 2007
I often wonder
why it was I you chose dear
or was the choice mine?
does it yet matter?
we are now the best of friends
the way it should be
romance novels tell
of slender heroes wooing
no, they are not I
balding and chubby
proudly farting in my chair
you bring me dinner
off to the bedroom
for a special little game
familiar partners
what time is our show?
we really shouldn’t miss it
where is that ice cream?
where you are is home
my Venus and Nightingale
you are a blessing
those dark nights are gone
you brought the lamp of loving
and gave me new life
