A Doozey There’s a doozey I forgot to mention To say, it’s delicate to lose yourself In her eyes like neon bluebonnets, and her hair like lush wheat, To forget the meaning of Self, for the meaning Of Her. To substitute one ambiguity for the fuzzy warmth of another (body against your trembling security). M. L. Michael 11-23-05
A doozey
There’s a doozey I forgot to mention
To say, it’s delicate to lose yourself
In her eyes like neon bluebonnets,
and her hair like lush wheat,
To forget the meaning of Self,
for the meaning Of Her. […]
Every Breath Poetic 