Love Song

By Mitchell Metz

You are pretty interesting. When you talk
about your job, for example. Even though it’s just
a mortgage company, you make it seem like something more.
A savings and loan, maybe.

And you keep yourself in good shape, doing your jumping jacks
every morning. I like that. You won’t get fat
like your sister. Or at least not as fat.

Not to mention good hygiene.
We agree it’s important. We agree on so much.
Neither of us likes that one episode of Friends, remember?
And asparagus! Both of us hated it when we were kids, but now
we just gobble it right up. I still don’t like liver. Do you?

I wouldn’t say your breasts are large,
but they’re not exactly tiny, either. One thing I like
is when you become aroused and tell me to call them knockers.
But that is a private matter.

Hey, I found out today that some people
pierce their nipples. That must hurt!
It’s not really part of this poem,
but I didn’t want to forget to mention it.

I feel like a real he-man around you. I’d even stand up
to Mike Tyson. If we were at an establishment
and he groped your buttocks, he’d be sorry.
He’d find one scathing letter-to-the-editor
in the newspaper!

But love is more than hygiene, breasts,
and letters-to-the-editor. There are tons of little things about you
that appeal to me. They’re hard to explain.

In summary, there is so much I could tell you
about my strong feelings!

Long ago Mitchell Metz could run like the dickens. His mom called him "The Blonde Bomber."  Now he can barely keep up with the melville and his wife calls him "Cue Ball."  But he has met Michael Dukakis.  No one can take that away from him.  His work has appeared pretty much all over the place.  Really.  That's because he has discovered the secret of great writing.  Here it is:  First think stuff up.  Then write it down.  Did Mitchell Metz mention that, as a true poet, he believes "everything is interconnected?"