She read a poem
Out loud to me
On a quiet afternoon
That touched me,
Awakened me,
Stirred my soul
And my dulled senses
As she read
It flowed over me
Like scented honey
Each word a caress
Each syllable a kiss
A soothing balm
Of evocative beauty
Whose feeling,
In metrical form
Left me unshackled
Releasing me, from
My contented taupe
Free to soar
On poetic wings
It suddenly dawned on me,
It couldn’t have been
clearer
Than the blast of a
trumpet
It was so obvious in
fact
It was as plain an
indication as
An ankle bracelet on a
strumpet
I hear a singing child
Innocently engrossed
In childish play
Singing sweetly
To her audience of
dolls
Safely oblivious
In her enchanted world
Would that it could
Always be that way
A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
And they will surely
die
Because between me and
you
They would spoil the
BBQ
Are you wearing a scarf?
Well, it’s not a cold
night
And it doesn’t match
your outfit
It just doesn’t look
right
Why are you wearing
it?
I know you’ve got a
love bite
Stiletto healed red shoes
Are of such seductive
hues
That when they come
into view
They arouse a man anew
