Your love makes me want to write.
In another life: we make more mistakes,
but less that hurt forever.
We have 9 kids and name them after
poets or people or memories.
I want a daughter named Penny.
Another named Piper.
Lets name a boy Royal
and his brother; Jack.
I want a Ruthie, Robin and Jade.
Give me an Otto, I’ll love a Wade.
Truth is I’d love a snail
if it was me and you.
Your eyes, my nose.
Your hair, my toes.
Lets make a baby,
even if we have to dream it up.
Let’s shop for cribs
and watch the non-existent bump.
Lets just make more love.