My Hypoglycemic ADHD Lover
Oh, my love is like a red red rose,
“What’s that, a text message I hear?”
I wait a moment or two, so she won’t be distracted
by the latent fears of motherhood
as I approach our bed with passions and intent.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
I hear her stomach’s urgent reply.
“I was in such a hurry this afternoon, I didn’t eat lunch.”
I know her blood sugar is waning, and time is short.
Unseen currents move me forward with increasing urgency.
She walks in beauty like the night,
I fix my gaze on the subtleties of her expression,
and know, with the experience of a quarter century together,
she is offering herself, a willing sacrifice
on a peaceful bed of duty.
“How would you like to grab a bite to eat, instead?”
She knows better than to demure;
She’s dressed within seconds,
pausing only to hug me with genuine warmth.
I smile, But this from love, not vanity proceeds.
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