this morning #1739.
this morning, by the time i clicked on the coffee maker & fed the cat, my brain was already working on a couple concepts for my next love poem to you. what can i say? the creative juices are flowing lately! i’ve decided it’s ok for me to call these dispatches to you “poems.” folks call all sorts of things “poems.” hell. half the crap out there that’s called “poetry” doesn’t rhyme. doesn’t make any sense. i’m doing both of those. mostly. i call this one “ode to you.” when i think of you, my love, i think of boundless beauty. the way you move your hips. the way you purse your lips. top to bottom. looks beyond compare. smile. style. legs. hair. i can’t believe this stunning hand i’ve been dealt. beneath the heat of your flawless features, i melt.