I might be self-absorbed But you can’t call me selfish I work upon Myself To help us savor our dish

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

I crave the things I like And not the ones I don’t If that makes me an addict, then Apologize I won’t

Really want to ask you out ‘Cause I feel a special bout Of the things we dream about Discipline and love devout

I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt

Let me make Home for you That rivals Kathmandu Hugs, kisses

I missed out on Our baby’s clues I didn’t feel Her in your womb But now she’s here

Sometimes I will stare You’re just more interesting Than others in sight

I’d like to see Some more of you But only if You think that’s cool If you would want

I love the way you say that you Are drawn to my voice I love the tremble in your touch The steady of your choice I love the open hand you give

I was born for this Reflexes like a puss Even when I’m pissed

You are eternal. Your essence will always exist. You will always be, You. Enjoy it!

I thought that she Could be the one I thought that we Were having fun And then I spoke

I wish that you could see myself The way that I see me Then maybe I might be the one That you would call lovely