There on top of a treasure
sat my most prized possession.
I can catch myself
staring into trouble,
the girl and her charms
demand my time and attention
are exclusively hers.
She’s free to push whatever button,
as long as she agrees, to care.
Not carry my temperamental mood
neatly in her side pocket.
We work on syllables, remember
that tone and focus
we play with certain words,
and by that I mean,
we all have our triggers.
Trained and taught how
to release that toe curling wave
while on her saddle,
but only if,
the words have been
properly worked on of course.
So exactly where have my words been?
Today she put her foot down
demanded I get back to this,
the puzzle pictures,
where she’s handsomely predicted.
Oh what have I created?
I can only whisper
today started with beauty
way up high
all excited and in a mood,
so here I am
writing of course.
