chrissteele

This poem was written to a very fascinating young woman, a T.M.
(Transcendental Meditation) teacher, who passed away--to Calfornia ...

I Love; I Love

I love; Iove
Intelligent radiance
Of, of your face.
Your face, it's glittering
Glittering genius;
Innocence. Innocent;
Star-hot; snow cool
Brilliant mood moody
Reflection. spring-lit,
Daisy genius come
Near, go away.
Come back, come back.
Hello. good-bye,
I say, you say,
Hello. good-bye
Where were you
Glad to see
I smile. you smile.
I charm. you charm.
Play. playing fingers
Twirl pigtails, piggy
Piggy went to me
Sat down beside
And imped her nose
At me.

Innocence, innocent --
No; no; you clever
Little genius. I watch
I watch, transfixed
Your move move
Movements
Your legs; your legs
Tomboyish; tomboyish
You are--with your
Sexy legs.
You're sexy.
You don't know it?
Maybe; maybe
As you utter, utter
Utter hot; sunlight
Gut-singing
Tear bringing
Non-stop
Thoughts maybe
You know you have me me
Mesmerized----
You
have
me,
Could I have
you .....?

Note: Again, this was supposed to be two
separate columns on the same page. But SG
wouldn't let me do that. There are also other matters
regarding the way my poems, including this one, are displayed
on the page that SG won't let me do.

Copyright Christopher Steele Brower