Situationally, I’m situated

in the one situation I am meant

to be situated in…

That is, with you!

Or,

(so’s not to end either a sentence

or a line of poetry – with a preposition,

ie: “in”,

I’ll edit the preceding to read,

“…in which I am ment to be situated,

ie: with you!)

For 31 years and counting, now,

I have known you to be

at the center of my life,

or, rather, to clarify,

you are in the core of my life

so everything I do, am, feel,

is anchored to you!

Co-initiated by your impulse,

coupled with mine,

from that central core,

also mine, now ours!

But,

here I may have to qualify a bit

because there are – things-

spontaneous acts, uninvited thoughts,

ingrained physiological wants and necessities…etc…

that, though they may originate in my core,

they have nothing to do with you…

like farts.

(although, since you did make a delicious bean salad last night

from which I partook greedily,

and have been fulatius-ing ferociously since,

technically speaking, you contributed,

even initiated them,

(farts, that is…)

But, as you have pointed out to me,

frequently,

I tend to over think

things…

and so,

to simplify the structural reality of my life

since you’ve been at the core of it,

please accept my farts and their accompanying

stink

as part of and example of

my love for you,

from my core,

for ever more!

Oh!

Oops!

O’Dear!

Excuse me!

That one, sort of, well, snuck out of me…

See!!!

I love Thee!