I sit at my ffice ffice" /> > >

imaginary Underwood > >

typing  two handed > >

 in stereo > >

my way into your good book > >

ffice:smarttags" /> ersonName>a f ersonName>ingery babbling ink brook > >

trickling into your sweet page nooks > >

and the nack that you give me > >

for nouns-adjectives-verbs > >

stirs me to blow the dust > >

from the hood of my > >

musty verbal engine > >

tapping tangents of letters > >

unfettered > >

into > >

the bookish sexieness of you > >

gliding inky > >

inka-dinka-do > >

slow jive smooth over the groove > >

of your > >

ooohhh-aaahhh > >

beautifulness > >

scripting this > >

space      in      time > >

this > >

place     in     rhyme > >

this fine > >

fine > >

fine volume of you > >

I am wrapped in your words > >

rapt rapture wrapped > >

in your words > >

you > >

your words > >

oooh > >

I want to > >

READ YOU > >

you page turner > >

and this book > >

this book I'll fill > >

with esses caressing > >

the curve of your hips > >

I'll slip two double u's in > >

for the bow fullness of your lips > >

I'll dot both my eyes > >

on your magical thighs > >

rest my hand > >

on your soft m breast > >

knowing the silk paper sighs > >

lying within your whispered words > >

you with your > >

aaa's joined with hhh's > >

Forming > >

Aaahhh's > >

within your whispered words > >

words and sighs prized with the passion > >

that I need to write'bout > >

the electric charge brightness of your eyes > >

all blue > >

blue true > >

true heart > >

and your > >

wide eyed wise woman's > >

smart words texturing your intellect > >

decoratively scalloped > >

by your syntax > >

your annunciation pronounciation > >

punctuating this ticklish tomes spine > >

So > >

I bypass any chance of using > >

the chunka-chunka plunk-lift-drop > >

of the flow stopping space bar > >

weaving this verse as fluid as your charms are > >

Your strong sleek arm charms > >

embracing me in my writerly posture > >

my crazy jesterly gestures > >

gesticulating sign language letters > >

Thelonious Monkly key plonks > >

A honky tonk spree free romp in my minds rumpus room > >

where I write you > >

I am wrapped in your words > >

rapt rapture wrapped > >

in your words > >

you > >

your words that you sling shot catapult hotly > >

through my midnight blue spots > >

dappling stars and planets and milky ways > >

upon my skin > >

my scared scarred skin made sacred > >

by your twinkle twinkle little stars > >

of passionate compassion > >

reaching all facets of my being > >

breaching my protective walls unseen > >

scaling the bullet hailed turrets > >

my prisons towers > >

finding the loving powers that live within me > >

I am > >

safe in you > >

and you are > >

safe in me > >

with my imaginary underwood chanelling your spirit flighting its way > >

to uncontainment > >

corrupting the dewy decimal systems formula with your frequency > >

your pure energy flying bindings unbound abounding loudly > >

through windows and doors > >

of homes and libraries and bookshops > >

in non stop flurries of your wordiness > >

'til the words of this Underwood are understood > >

by the world > >

whirled by your words > >

you are > >

under the wood > >

in the pulp in the fibre of this scribe > >

described alive > >

in this > >

pink flesh fresh > >

in the ink > >

fresh fruit of you > >

loose leafing through sheaves and reams and miles of paper > >

you are > >

in the salty sweat on the nape of the neck of this poet > >

of this poem > >

of this breathing evolving living thing singing   > >

of your beloved bookishness > >

I am wrapped in your words > >

rapt rapture wrapped > >

in your words > >

in you. > >

>  >

Copyright-2001 > >

T.Paul Ste. Marie > >