Bewitched
New to your cosmetic arsenal
Dark streaks on light pale skin
Blue, green, red or yellow
Have mercy on this simple fellow

Saw you in an off shoulder wear
Red and black in sensuous lines
Brief locking twice of eyes
My articulation and sanity flies

Do you even know how I feel
In uncontrolled careening reasons
What madness or alien tapestry
Fills my head with poetry

Just Breakfast

I got five minutes at breakfast today
Talking of life in a narrative way
Breakfast on me I offered to pay
Diplomatically 'something later' you say

I watch when you look away
Catching precious glimpses my eyes stray
Curve, shadow, lighting shadows play
A magical comfort in the special for today

Its time to go a few moments mine
Will I keep sacred and sublime
Knowing that you will be back sometime
Next weekend, fortnight or sunshine

There's much unsaid without a tennis shoe
That would probably irritate anew
The woman I behold in you.
Take care, return safely, I'll miss you.

With Apologies to Lord Byron

Your simplicity kindles me
Your character enriches me
Your nobility inspires me
Your sweetness dignifies me

Your presence pleasures me
Your laughter emboldens me
Your smile vanquishes me
Your eyes soften me

Your words awaken me
Your music fires me
Your form stirs me
Your footsteps draw me

Your sunrise awakens me
Your ideals captivate me
Your goals drive me
Your purpose infuses me

The woman of my dreams

The woman of my dreams isn't fancy
She walks like us but she is pretty
Laughs often and her talk is trite
Yet it fills me up with simple delight

She is fashionable, she's smart
She's beautiful in body and heart
Her face is round in a softened tone
And she talks forever on the phone

Her hair is straight no fancy curl
Her eyes sparkle with specks of pearl
Thoughts her own in so many ways
Contrasting moods, nights and days

Beliefs her own, so different from mine
Habits non-sensical, no reason or rhyme
Smiles in rows of neat white teeth
Angles her head draws apart her feet

Could not stand her for more than a day
But when leaving I want her so to stay
You are not perfect but its the seams
They make you the woman of my dreams.