I wanted to tell you:
Your legs remind me of
Clappers in a bell

Green knit socks
Climb like vines from your
Black buckle shoes

Bells ease wordless yearning
Vines climb outside my mind

The brutal truths
Refract swimmingly
Through you

Have you risen above
All the earthly things
That have dragged me down?
Everything worthwhile
Is on the other side

You are as charged as
Two drunken cars
Inches away on the Interstate

I wanted to tell you:
Your legs remind me of
Clappers in a bell
Bells harmonize the
Twelve-tone cuckoos
In my mind

Can't you see:
I'm taking chances