My love is hard and odd
like bug sex;
I leave unconditional love to God,
so come correct.
(Let’s skip Cape Cod
this summer and go to Africa next. . . .
I do love the old sod
and would love to wander the world,
but need to pay the rent. . . .)
Next moment off, let’s touch lips.
First, you want the laundry
or the dishes? Oh, and
what gifts should we get the kids
for what chores?
Then swim what shores?
And hey, when you get a chance,
wanna take a quick guess
what days, what moons,
what rooms and whom
you’ll remember best?