Meet Me At Mid-Day My Dear.

Another poem for the love of my life.
Feel free to eavesdrop or ignore.


  Funny sidenote:
LG does not have a poetic bone in his body.
I was just translating this poem for him.
He says, "where our bodies can entwine, what does that mean?"
Then I showed him entwined fingers
while asking him if I needed to pull out a dictionary.

He says, "Our bodies entwine every night."
I said, I know.
Don't you get it?
All this whole poem is saying
is
Come home at lunch time and have sex with me.

Now, after barely browsing the poem the first time
all the sudden he is interested and even excited about it.
Men!
I work on this poem for an hour
and all he even hears is the last three words of my explanation of it.
sex with me.

He is now trying to fight me off the computer so he
can read the poem with an all new perspective.

I am best at bed-time,

you at waking dawn.

When my energy is greatest,

yours snores at your dreams.

The sun rises to your heartbeat,

while mine is perfectly at rest.

Meet me at Mid-Day my dear

when our bodies can entwine.

You are such a thinker,

and I just dream away.

You understand the abstracts,

 I, only concretes.

Gravity draws you closer,

and magnetizes me to you.

Meet me at Mid-Day my dear

when our minds collaborate.

You are tall and strong.

I just tremble in your arms.

Masculinity is regal,

femininity divine.

You talk of now and later.

I reminisce of past.

Meet me at Mid-Day my dear

where marriage is ours.

You struggle to express

what I communicate in excess.

You make me feel complete

as your hidden feelings fill my thoughts.

I know you love me dear,

and you know I always want you near.

Meet me at Mid-Day my dear

where our hearts are as one.

Defeat afflicts my torment,

I hope you understand.

Instead of advising or fixing,

you hold my hand and cry.

Knowing that you share my anguish,

is all I need to try again.

Meet me at Mid-day my dear,

so we can endure together.

Wednesday is my favorite

but any day will do.

The sun at its highest

or better yet, with rain.

Before or after lunch,

but definitely in bed.

Meet me at mid-day my dear,

where our love unites.