Love Lessons

Get in line, boys!

Love lessons start today,

And this is something rare!

Usually those who proffer their wisdom

Don’t have a clue

How to hack it on Monday morning.

They turn into pumpkins

If the clock strikes twelve

And they are not back in their ivory towers.

But here is a man—

A king really,

A man among men,

A man’s man,

A ladies’ man,

Or should I say,

A lady’s?

Ha!

And he knows what the hell he is doing

When he takes you by the heart,

And the hand,

And the bosom,

And the groin.

He does it by looking deeply, so deeply

In thru the windows of my soul,

And taking such careful, tender notice

Of what’s there,

And what’s not,

And ever so gently he tiptoes in, and

Slowly makes himself at home.

He listens to the thoughts and words,

But even more,

He hearkens to the heart’s status quo,

And cuts thru all the other bullshit

Like a hot knife,

Unchaining my heart and setting me free

To love him and to satisfy the desires

Of both our hearts.

Oh yes!

I’m telling you,

He’s the best.

You could learn a thing or three.

If you’re interested,

Peek through this window

On windows,

And watch how he melts me—

How he turns me to putty in his solid hands.

-jenn long