Poem for her 592

Dear Readers,


100 Thousand Percent


What I just told you this poem would be called
What I told you I loved you
You called my name at 4:44 am this morning
We slept the night away
Though while you slept I had a midnight snack
Crackers and the pate from our stockpile
The one we like from Croatia, Pork Tea Pate
Yummy just thinking about it
Yummy thinking about your knees I licked
At bedtime last night
Said I would lick your left knee
We both giggled
Then I couldn't tell which was the left one
My directional confusion
So I licked them both
100 Thousand percent good for us
Giggling like we do
Talking about things
Dancing in the dew, then a waltz about
On the carpet when we are getting ready for the day
You ready to go to the job in town
Me hunting in the tools for those project supplies
Those milliseconds of being apart
These decades together laughing about licked knees


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.