poem,
she says
from the bed
her hair
draped
across the pillows.
tell me all
the things
you love about me.
tell me why
i'm so wonderful
and perfect
in everything
i do.
tell me how soft
my kisses
are, how sweet
i smell,
the kindness
of my touch,
tell me, tell
me please, in a
poem how much you
love me
and can't live
without me,
can you do it today
after you
take the trash
out, and make
me breakfast
and tea, then scrape
the ice
off my windows
please. oh pretty
please.
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