Laugh Out Loud!

My dear, dear, dear—
Dear garlic lover.

My missives are grounded
In day-to-day
Observations,
Thoughts,
And interactions.

This one started with something I heard…
Iron Will
And was influenced by your gift
Of Garlic.

How simplicity
Becomes complex.

Iron Will & Garlic
(A Domestic Myth, Seasoned with You)

In the pantheon of history,
The will of man,
The substance of woman—
Have carried civilization forward.

An engine of push & pull.
Give & take.
Understanding & love.
Guidance & guidelines
History crashing—
Or ascending.

In the pantheon of my life
It comes down to
Spicy hot croutons
And garlic added to my oil
When I fry my sliced and diced
Chicken breast.

In the pantheon of Your life
My Lady…
What
Does it come down to?

Spicy jalapeños?
Jasmine rice and Japanese hot sauce?
Ahh,
Will vs. Substance?
Reverence and seduction’s dance.

Not a competition.
Complementary
Two views
One table
Our bed
Our haven
Personally shared.

Git’er done,
Said by a guy.
Git’er done,
Said by a woman.

I think Larry…
The Cable Guy—
Would call it
Even Steven!

If you’re reverent…
I’m irreverent.
If you’re irreverent…
I’d love to be irreverent.
Enjoying the interplay.

If you’re wise,
I’m guessing.
If you’re right,
I know I need to
Examine.
And—
Vice versa.

I know nothing on Monday
You know nothing on Wednesday.
We manage to know
Everything
On Friday.

United.

Only the best
In life
For the weekend.

Where are those damn kids?
Get ’em in here.
Let’s be—
Together.

Holly boughs!
We’ll have fun.
What a joy!

Our pantheon…
A Family.
United.
Sharing.

The grill, the smell of charcoal—
It’s lit. Steaks and burgers and hot dogs.
Sizzling hot, playful laughter all around.
My iron will simply melts.
When your…
Sensitivity envelopes us.

Gosh almighty…
Your pantheon—
It lifts my soul.

I can only hope it’s
A flight of fantasy
For you,
As well
As me.
A simple shared dream
A grill and a happy memory.
A grill and laughter from all.

I need to…
Recalibrate—
From time to time
Relax
And just
Hug
You
Love
You.

And believe
In the pantheon
The cathedral
Of respect—
The esteem
The treasure—
We’ve built
For each other.

Can I cut the veggies?
Pass me the
Cutting board,
My Lady.

Every slice…
A piece of our life
A future.

Damn.
It’s Friday.
Thank God!

It’s us—
Our
Iron Will-
With a touch of garlic—
Reality’s spice.

My dear, dear, dear
Dear garlic lover.

I am charmed
By your delight.

And your
Precious kiss
Of spicy
Excitement.

My life?
Inextricably
Linked
To
Yours.

She
Will
Never
Know
I
Wear
An apron,
The
Halo
And
The
Sorrow,
I’ve
worn

I
Live
Dripping
in
Tension,

With
Life
and
Arms
of
Warmth,
Love,
of
Abundance
for
Sustenance.

My life…
Yours.

The word…
I have never spoken
Echoes
Softly
In these words.

Pantheons and garlic
I live
In those realms.

I choose.
To be there.
It’s imperative
To be—
With you.

Has it
Ever
Been enough?
Not in
This
Life.

My
Myth
Is
Glass.

But not a mirror,
I see you.
As you
See me.

Our
Pantheon—

Seen
Through
Transparency.

Thank you
Brother Doug.