The Wisdom of Hindsight POEM

Jaggy, my darling, so sweet and kind,

With piercing brown eyes and an inquiring mind, 

You enter my soul, deeply, and tickle my heart, 

and make me never want to leave you, or be far apart…

From your loving embrace, on a cold Winter’s day, 

or your caresses on my neck, during the warmth of May,

and your sweet words in my ear, as I look at the stars, 

and we debate, if the celestial object is Venus or Mars.

And you tell me, “No, it’s not a planet, it’s a star you fool,

I’m a scientist, I’ve got a degree…go back to school!”

I now surrender to your wisdom, as you kiss me on the neck, 

and I throw my hands to the sky and say, “What the heck…

“It doesn’t really matter, because I’m with you tonight,”

as we embrace each other tightly and appreciate the light, 

that rains down above from that celestial orb, 

as it soaks us in wisdom, and allows us to absorb…

The wisdom of hindsight, from past things gone wrong, 

We know what to do now, as we sing our song,

of unity in diversity, as cultures clash,

and intellects fuse, and hearts smash…

And become merged in a pool of love divine, 

As the heat of our passion creates a dessert so fine, 

and we relish the taste, and the joyous bond, 

as the Goddess waves her magic wand.