Sweet Temper

He’s got a temper
But it’s a sweet temper

He has bad words
To say
But when he says them
He picks up
The check first

He pops some mints
He braves the cold
He pronounces my name
In a way
I’ve never heard before

Calls me up
Rolls me down
Elongates my decompression
And I keep asking
To see his
Temper

I want him
To show me
So I can see it
And say
It’s sweet