Jeff Gangwer

Veteran Poet - 1,365 Points (September 23,1984 / Hood River, Oregon)

The Eye Crud, The Sleepy Dirt - Poem by Jeff Gangwer

I love her more than anything—
even when I wake to find her hogging the sheets—
the nightly draft sweeping over my naked legs and feet—
and goddamn it, this isn't the first time that
I woke to nothing but the mattress

I roll and pull some for my own,
all the while thinking how
I love her unequivocally—
despite her many flaws—
real or perceived—

Despite the rheum that gathers—
the eye crud, the sleepy dirt,
the mucopurulent discharge—
the reason that I live and breathe
and work to pay the mortgage

And, reclaiming the few,
I wonder if she's dreaming about us—
the Gangwers; the newlyweds; the honeymooners—
sunbathing on a Costa Rican beach
or "exploring the bedroom" at the resort....

I'll ask her about it tomorrow,
during breakfast—
when my waffles are soaking up pancake syrup—
but I won't mention the sheets that she hogged last night—
or the morning gunk in her eyes if she fails to dig it out;

No, I'll simply treasure the moment—
and others like this one—and I'll think about
the rheum that gathers in every wife's eyes—
in heavenly eyes, hazel and bright—
and I'll wonder if anyone's as fortunate as I am....

Topic(s) of this poem: love, marriage, sex

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 18, 2016

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