To Wise Valerie Poem by David McLansky

I see I opened up a wound
That set you cleaning round your room,
“Silly men with their crude jests,
All they think of is lewd sex.”
I see you muttering to yourself
As you dust and wipe a shelf;
Affection shown has that affliction
To stir memories of loves that proved a fiction;
I myself bare many wounds
Near mortal ones that made me swoon,
Questioning my very faith in life:
Was the risk worth the strife:
I then noted your return to reason,
Love arrives in any season;
Let us continue our poetic quest
As the sun sets in the West,
To woo and banter in clean lines
That sets off sparks of the divine;
My Nun wife gives her consent,
As long as I abstain for Lent.