A poem for Wednesday

"The Love Cook"

Let me cook you some dinner.
Sit down and take off your shoes and socks and in fact the rest of your clothes,
have a daiquiri,
turn on some music and dance around the house,
inside and out.
It's night and the neighbors are sleeping,
those dolts,
and the stars are shining brignt,
and I've got the burners lit for you,
you hungry thing.
-Ron Padgett