(2015)
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Your enthusiasm exhausts me This coke is flat The bubbles disperse Leaving a sticky and sweet Aftertaste
Husband and wife Companions for life Mature love that deepens And mellows with time Life’s eroding winds
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers