Ant Smith

All poems

Coming to my senses

I think what I am thinking
Might cause you a slight smile
On the other hand, it
Might make you run a mile
So I keep my thoughts here
At a decent space
I hope that you my sweat dear
Can suffer my disgrace

I wonder what you’d think if
I told you how you look
I’d like to hang you from, a
Gallery picture hook
For unless my eyes deceive me
You are glorious

I wonder what you’d think if
I told you how you smell
You infatuate receptors
deep within my nose
I want to strip off,
all of your clothes

I wonder what you’d think if
I told you how you sound
I’m jealous of those words that
Tumble from your mouth
Your phonemes are pheromones
That make me want to howl

I think what I am thinking
Might cause you a slight smile

I wonder what you’d think if
I told you how you feel
I love that flash of your skin
That sometimes you reveal
If I could make a blanket
Your skin I’d surely steal

I think what I am thinking
Might make you run a mile

I wonder what you’d think if
I told you how you taste
That’s why when we are kissing
Sometimes I lick your face
If you were a casserole
I’d be in the stew

I love you, I love you, I love you
I do, I do, I do.

I think what I am thinking
Should probably stay unsaid
Perhaps I should have mentioned it
Before the day we wed