Everything is Simple

Pleurosis 3

She greets me with a smile
and asks what it is that I desire.
I cannot avoid the flower in her hair.
I’d never seen a bluer rose prior.

I answer her inquiries directly,
not allowing anything to be misconstrued.
But, I do so with a gentle kindness
because I don’t want her to come unglued.

After stepping away, she returns yet again with another round of Q&A.
But, this time, I don’t think she quite expected what I would say.

Surprised, when I placed my order,
perhaps, she thought me a hamburger-guy.
But, for her, I’m willing to change.
Today, I’m giving salad a try.

She’s the one who can save me.
She can save me, one artery at a time.
I know, when I see the bowl of veggies.
She is the one, beautiful and sublime.