Everything Reminds Me of You

My dear, it’s hopeless. I’m helpless.

I realize now it’s worse than I realize.

It’s mysteriously problematic, tho’ I’m deliriously ecstatic.

It starts when first I open my eyes.

First the face of the clock interrupting my snores, dear,

It’s your face.

Then the radio guy has a voice just like yours, dear,

‘Cept more bass.

In the bedroom, the bathroom, behind all the doors, dear,

Everyplace.

Everything reminds me of you.

When I put on my slippers I surely will ponder

Your sweet feet

And the nightstand has legs but of yours I’m much fonder:

Much more meat.

At the sight of my chair I euphorically wander

To your seat.

Everything reminds me of you.

The porcelain sink, your porcelain skin.

A dozen eggs: that’s your grin.

It’s all akin

To all you are.

The sun outside is so round, my love,

It reminds me of

What a ball you are.

Two fried eggs on my plate, one’s your eye, one’s its mate, oh, I’m

On the ropes.

And that curtain just swung back and forth like your tongue licking

Envelopes.

But your breasts come to mind from those oranges, no, those

Cantaloupes.

Everything reminds me of you.

My life was flatter than day-old pop,

Then, plop,

You put back the fizz in it.

Your name’s been running through my brain: “Geraldine”, “Josephine!!!”

It’s Josephine,

Isn’t it?

Though I try at it, still I’m no versical courter.

No control.

But, if I had the skill of a Coward or Porter,

Noel or Cole,

I would ply you with trills of a much higher order

Deft, but droll.

It would be so easy to do.

‘Cuz everything, everything, everything, everything,

Everything reminds me, dear, of you.