17 June 2008

About a boy

He's delicious

All cheekbones and luscious lips

Blue eyes and dirty laugh

Sure wasn't love at first sight,

Thought he was delicate; made of china..

Oh, how wrong I can be

Strong as a iron and spouting fire

Need to step back lest he gobble me up

Secret garden's waiting but can he find the key?

Today's favourite song: Icehouse, 'Man of Colours'

1 comment:

pen said...

he's certainly lighting the fire of inspiration in you... that can't be bad!
great poem.
lucky man.