Relationships · Love-Smitten
Billions of Times, Every Year. Or More.
Dave hates watered-down things: yuck soup but love stew, yuck creamy peanut butter but give him extra crunchy with whole peanuts thrown in. The food imagery is deliberately concrete, a manifesto for love with grit rather than wishy-washy sentiment.
When the couple tangles, they hustle to mend. Should love be a fragile egg or a well-worn Bible carried everywhere, its page corners tattered and stained? Positive Love Poetry chooses the latter: durable, honest, and ending with mouths grabbed for a kiss.
As I’ve said before,
I hate watered-down things
in all manner of existence:
yuck soup; but I love stew;
yuck pho; but I love com or bun;
yuck creamy peanut butter;
give me extra crunchy!
Throw some whole peanuts in.
yuck wishy-washies;
give me someone humble,
who innocently
insults me with the truth.
Give me love with grit,
the ups and downs,
hellfire and the heaven,
the peace of respite.
You and I have tangled, and
each time have slunk sheepish.
We hustle to mend our love.
Should we approach
our love like a fragile egg
or a well-worn Bible
carried everywhere,
its personage a lumpy mass
of tattered page corners
and unexplainable stains?
You and I grab each other’s
mouths and begin to kiss.