Miquela

The way you touch the ground
Express your thoughts
Make sounds
Grr... Brrr
     eeek... squeek

The way you cook meat
and tell me how to
The way you are always neat
and how you smell too

Your nose, your lips, your hips
the touch of your fingertips
The way you talk and walk and squak
the way you jaunt and jive
the way you look at things, unsoiled
the gap between your thies
the time, with you, between the
guise put on for work, usurped

Inviting, sometimes delighting in whats
here  
A kiss
       a touch  
     controversy
 delicacy  
   Pervy  
   horny
  flirty  

   scorning
   good at mourning

torn
   trashed

      waking up to yourself
 every morning
      ever dawning
considered, remitted
conceited, delivered
smitten, like kittens
jokes, has made no qualms
pulled no punches with my folks

Likes nature, is slow to anger
Doesn’t pander, for a gander or Amanda
Alexander Super-Tramp
make a mark, put a stamp
on this heart with your quips
and your heart, not in words
if so verbs    
never heards

    running  
   sunning
   stunning  

for your sins    
it begins
      with the
winds  
  ...
     ...
...    
     in the bed  
going to my head  
       you...
are conciously aware of security guards
and the role we play in our ecosystem

You come to yoga
and ACA
and poetry
      you walk, with me

and talk with me
   you’ve sung with me
     and danced with me
     pranced with me and pounced on me
a jungle cat, hidden in
the under-brush

My girlfriend
my girl friend    
     my best girl friend

Miquela*