Masculine Serenity

Sometimes I look at my sweetheart

And my heart is warm like bread

And thoughts of love and comfy things

Run havoc in my head

And sometimes when I look at her

My heart smells like Spring rain

And an emptiness like midnight

Takes refuge in my brain.

When she sees me staring

And she asks, “What’s on your mind”

I look up from where I was staring

(FYI, that’s her behind)

And with all that warmth and wetness

My soul screams “Yes Yes Yes!”

But then my lips betray me

And I say “Uh, sports I guess?”