For You, Dear Poem by Floyd Crenshaw

oh dear
you slay me

i sit there
eagerly
never knowing
when you will
come to me.

these lame words
and
lubricated emotions conceived
drunkenly.

each alphabet
amalgamation
demands a
tune up
presently.

i refuse
to comply.

you attach yourself
unwittingly
to my heart
so tightly
i am alone
consecutively
wishing for you
to come home.

the sheets give off
the sweet smell of you
the pillows are saturated
the sweet aroma of you
the sleep comes easily
the drink helps immensely
as i lay and inhale
what science demands
is you.

i could enjoy you
until that day
happiness
becomes
realization
we enjoy,
enjoy,
enjoy.
enjoy!
all
of
each other

let me down
in your own way
i will let you down
in my own.

baby doll
sweet heart
doll face
stinky
you're original coca-cola