As you might guess from reading my stuff, and as you can imagine if you know me, I don't write a lot about really straightforward, sincere cheerful love and romance. My entire view of relationships has been skewed by the last decade or so of romantic, er, awkwardness (to put it nicely.) This may be epitomized by this one, which I wrote on Valentine's day (or the day before.) I was feeling just a bit sarcastic. It's also the first poem I've written that was center-aligned.
A Valentine Poem
I have not known this before you,
and I would call it love.
All that you are,
all that you do for me,
love.
Liquid as that word is
I’m very much in it with you.
My only reason for pulling myself up
from under the covers
most mornings.
Nothing really happens before I see you,
and oh the fun we have when we stay
up late together.
Having you
inspires me to do great things.
You give me so much
all I can do
is keep returning.
The electricity flowing
from you to me
is unreal
or all too real.
Your warm breath on my lips,
your tawny complexion,
very sweet,
very smooth.
The warmth in my hands
when I hold you,
I need.
Every man knows you,
every woman too.
But they don’t see you
the way I’ve seen.
Love, want, need you,
coffee,
caffeine.
Keep on rockin'
-SAW
PS. Prof Reiby's response was to laugh a bit and say "I should've known your take on Valentine's day would be somewhat skewed." I told him it may have been the most sincere thing I ever wrote. He said it was really just about "chemical dependance," to which I responded, "Isn't that the same as love?"
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