' Dead To Rights! ' A Love Poem Poem by Krakatoa Kritic 007

'Dead to rights' says I love you, no 'deed' makes you mine!
Love's a gift born each second, there's no valentine,
no shared thought (need that's met) . There's no poem to write
or a dream one must hide. Love's a high-flying kite
with a breeze on its side: It's a meadowlarks' song!
How's a promise believed that would make right (what's wrong?)
Where's your proof God's not real, that our death's not a door,
that one's heart's not their soul, and our sky's not God's floor?

'Dead to rights' means I love you! Grant rhythms (sea's voice) ,
time-smashed rhymes (sun-bright shells) on a beach of our choice
which waves salt as they break, shells whose colors float soft
on white sea froth, in reach: motion's fragrance so waft
(through the air) it might teach a lost soul how to smile!
Are these dreams a mistake? Have I shipwrecked on guile?
May the freedom we live in suggest we're on track,
and the love we decide on be, 'I've got your back! '


KK7
January 17,2023