Soggy Cornflakes In Sentimental Syrup Poem by Maxwell B Anderson

I dont care for your
damning,
ritual,
'I told you soes', but I suppose
I respect them.
To some degree.
Cause when I get to hear your voice,
Nothing else seems to matter.
(If you know what I mean)

Thanks.
For just giving me more than
the time of day.
You know I frequently miss the 'real' things.
Like,
the glint of sunshine
reflected in your eyes
or,
feeling the breeze next to
our mouths and cheeks
as you bless me again
with the supple sweetnesses
of your kisses.

And,
always taking another
look
in the goddamned mirror
to make sure
you look better
than any reflection
could ever make you

So I'm glad;
Cause when you got
angry with me
this morning, again
instead of with yourself,
It was a relief.
So no more breakfast at nearly noon.

We are gonna be out
of the bedroom
At dawn.
So we can argue and thrash this out
all day long
til its night time.
And folks are getting ready for
Their sleep.
We will make up by
the moonlight.
Maybe...