I’m dating a poet and so it brings out the poet in me. Here’s a fun one I whipped up this morning.

He makes me laugh.
He makes me feel.
He makes me think.
He makes me reel.

He makes me grateful.
He makes me talk.
He makes me thoughtful.
He makes me walk

Through fields of weeds
Up to my knees
Where chiggers bite
Leaving swollen sites.

Pock-marked I dance into the night
With the man who shares his light.

Makes me think of a song from Barbra Striesand’s Yentl – “The Way He Makes Me Feel.”

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