you put your words out for my eye,
surely they may make me smile or cry.
inside your mind why is it,
just what are you trying to transmit?
if you were a painter,
would your colors be bright,
or dark as the darkest night?
would your subject of scene,
be kind or mean?

oh sure you run your lines so cool,
some sexy make me want to drool,
some sad puts a tear in my eye,
some surely make me want to ask why.
do you try to seduce my mind,
maybe word my heart so kind,
or capture my soul in verse,
enticing my saddness in reverse?
so I smile,
chill awhile,
enjoy your style.

as my eyes view your write,
surely I'm vacuumed into your site.
in your world I float,
you are else where with the remote,
no need to push button play,
automatically I simply relay.

being all soaked in,
my heart and soul want to bend.
yes you hit my tickle bone,
maybe touched my erotic zone,
no I pick no bone.

being poetically seduced,
I'm more powerfully induced.
I read the feeling,
to me it's quite appealing.
Negative or positive I learn,
my respect you earn.
as I write my review,
I still think of you.

G