an ode to the flavor of the moment

An Ode to the Flavor of the Moment


My god, I hate to sound cliché
but, good god, you made my heart swoon
you made my legs sway.
I can easily imagine you a splendiferous stone sculpture,
with all the kinds of beauty man could ever hope to capture,
And I can easily see you as some holy aura from above,
A soul to spread their wings - like wide as lovely love.

And all you did was cross my vision,
and everhence I’ve been smitten,
and eversince I have written,
about you my Juliet, about you my Helen,
you my chariot, 
you my guide to the here-in-now heaven.

Darling don’t you know you are this treasure I chanced across: unique –
You’re the vision my eyes spied to find a radiance of brilliance: mystique.  
When all you did was cross my vision,
and inspired in me a sweeter kind of livin’,
Where I’m all whirly-dizzied trying to shake you from my head,
Until, hey, wait, lookee there,
here comes the next flavor ready to take your stead.

2/17/08
M. L Michael 

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