Everything Again

Why does your smile mean so much to me?
Why does your laugh settle my soul?

Why do I want to give you everything I’ve got
in this life and never look back?

I guess I love you.
What a simple little turn of phrase.

“I love you”.

Without it, I think I’d be stuck in the muck like
a broke down truck, trapped in the dark in a closet
full of old smelly clothes wrinkling my nose, or eaten by
a shark come up from the deep while adrift on an open
ocean fast asleep.

Perhaps to melodramatic and rhymey  I suppose. I know.

But you see you’re my everything, that cookies and milk,
That good book to read, that hammock in the shade
on a cool summer day…my best porno in the DVD.

This feeling leads me to be quite obsessive and over expressive, without apology
without regret, because sometimes the rooftops are not
tall enough to shout out the words that wish to flow
and go and go and  go till they wrap you up and up (and no I was not going to say like a bow)


I’ve nowhere to go you see?

Cuz when you’ve got everything
Where else would you wish to be.