Paying Dues

Vintage Words



How much more this year

for love in a cup of smooches,

kisses on toast, a roasted

heap of hugs? Bill me.

I'll pay.


The cost of living is low now

but the price of loving

has gone up again. A different

kind of inflated heart rate

when you appear, an elevated

rise in pressure when your

voice croses the air

to say, well, anything.

Charges included, I see.

I'll pay.


Gifts for me, from me

to you, means expensive

wrappings, like warm snuggles

on cool evenings, surcharges

for hand holding extra.

No matter the expense

of adoration. Hand me

the tab. I'll pay.








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