January 27, 2011

My dearest,

My first face is Wonder,
As I contemplate all that has been,
All that could have been,
All that had never been,
And everything else you told me you have seen.
I don’t believe a word you say
But still. I wonder.

 
My second face is Amusement,
As your every gesture, your every awkward step
Brings delight to my heart. I am entertained
Until you step on my foot,
You klutz. I’m no longer
Amused.

 
My third face is Curiosity,
You got me going like a cat,
Risking my nine lives
Simply to find uncover
Your secrets and your mysteries.
Why won’t you satisfy
My curiosity?

 
My final face could be Disgust,
A modicum of revulsion
At your lack of co-operation.
Yet it could also be a simple mask,
A weak attempt to hide my lust
For the tease of the sleaze
That is you – the sweet sum
Of my life’s happy tasks.

Yours, ever and always.