Matter For Evidence Poem by YURI DURAAN

I simply want to say:
“I love you” and let that be the
end of the matter -
Done with,
case signed and sealed …

But you sigh because I do not
cook your meals just right
(the proof is in the pudding you see)
and the corners of your mouth turn
down when I do not subdue,
submit and
sublimate fast enough
(we have to keep the pace of love after all)
this love which has become
a matter for evidence,
with no witness to take the stand
and testify to the veracity thereof….

the witness’s face having got stuck in a
bowl of pudding.