Scribbles, Poems, and other Musings

George

Babe you look so cool;
Like a tree watching from above
With a cigarette dangling
Precariously between your forefinger,
And the finger you show me
When I've said something to upset you.
You.
You're something I want to climb inside of
And get a feel for
Like a new car
That sits just right.
Like you tell me when I'm on your lap.
You drape your arms over my shoulders
And bounce your knee
And tickle my neck
With your mouth or your digits
One to ten.
My head rolls back
But you bring it back
And rest my forehead on yours.
I love your eyes.
They look like
How coffee smells.
I told you that
And you laughed.
You said I should try to not be
So poetic
All the time
But I can't help it when I'm around you.
You're the most beautiful
Entrancing
Thought-evoking
Piece of art
I've ever had the pleasure to be around.
Let me taste your cigarette lips
And graft myself into your oaken body.