chrissteele

LOVE

It's Tangy like Lime
It's Sweet like Strawberries
It's Fuzzy like Blueberries
It's Juicy like Pineapple

Hold it in your hand it's soft goosepimples
Put it to your Lips it's jelly and Quivery
Put your arms around it, it's hard and warm and always

It's dizzy like wine
It's frizzy like wet hair
It's crazy like a stark raving lunatic (who thinks
He's a Bird - and he really Can) Fly
Cause that's what it Does, to you

Ever since time began
You (all of you) have cried for it, yearned for it,
Cried for it, -pined for it, cried for it, ached for it;
Cried! for it


Th th th That's All Folks (There ain't nothin' More)

LOVE!

Note: I know, blueberries aren't fuzzy - but
didn't when I wrote this poem.

Copyright Christopher Steele Brower