the many adventures of shopping with her

those times i catch her unaware

she is in deep thought of some choice

i swoop in as a pelican

beak to its widest stretch

scooping her into my arms

i crush her lips in a wanton frenzy

times as these must be kept to a rarity

you never want love to be commonplace

or the time holding a shallot and red onion

is this mother and baby i ask

that look, i know this setup

recedes into a smile, but he is mine

those stop shopping moments

i forgot, run back and retrieve

if there is anything special about us

in life, we are hand to hand

we share the tasks but more so

we make them joyous

and our solitary forays 

fill the needs and wants of the other

what life is all about
the dedication to the other half of your soul

3/6/19