She calls me "Mr. Fix-It"—
and I can fix it, you name it.
But how do I massage her body from abroad?
How do I meticulously excise and express
the exhaustion that taunts her
like popping seeds out of a pod?
How do I season every word I utter—
make it seethe with passion,
yet soothe like corn-melted butter?
How do I charter around the edges of her soul,
with ambitions of being her compass,
mastering her every pole?
How do I caress her emotions—
crack her safe of a heart
like a love potion?
I will tell you how, Pal.
I fix it... without fixing it.
I tell her I love her—
without saying it.
I tighten my upper lip,
concede to a formidable contender called Sleep,
yet beat him in the morning
with this breakfast in bed—
made from every word I just said.
About the Creator
Mischief Muchaneta
A geek but I turn green when I write. I dabble in short prose and poetry. A quiet STORM…
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Your poetry captivates with its exquisite beauty and depth. Each stanza resonates with emotion, drawing readers into a world rich with imagination and insight. The rhythm and imagery you create are truly mesmerizing. Keep sharing your remarkable gift; your words have the power to inspire and heal!