Do you love me?
Do you love my L’oreal hair, my uncut
toenails, my uneven stance — my dreams unmet
by life’s gift of unseen chance?
Do you love me for me –you say you do?
Including my lack of high-heeled shoes, of satin sheets
and romantic nights – just me your wife – who talks to much
and collects stuffed bears – does that bother you? Do you care?
I have stood in front of this mirror for years, and look behind
with you still there — the face the form redefined –
What makes our love remain? Do you love me dear?
I love you too,
but right now I need to do my hair —-