Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Like This.

He has an italian wife.
They speak lovingly towards one another

she calls him amour

and he scolds her softly

but she cooks 
and smells the house up
with garlic, tomato sauce, warm bread.

she cleans
tends to the children
makes sure he is fed and happy.

she looks like
she needs a good night's rest
after a big plate of pasta.

the children cry
and she soothes them
with an italian accented, "Come here"

She is the pure essence
of what it means to be a woman:
intuitive, naturally graceful under pressure, loving
and knows what it takes to keep her man happy.

but he is
the pure essence of what it means to be a man:
strong, protective, and secure.

my heart swells at their marriage
and breaks
at the same time.

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