Incoherent

From the tumbling cascade of
shimmering, raven tresses that
splash onto your shoulders,
to your sparkling green eyes,
wide with mischief, curiosity
and perhaps some sort of longing,

to that maddening, crooked little
smile, that seems to say that
you know something I do not,
or that I amuse you, or that
you know what I’m thinking,
shameless pig that I am, or
perhaps … a hint of some
naughty musings behind your
well-crafted innocence.

All at once you frighten me
and thrill me. You quicken my
pulse and slow my wits, and
there is not a room on Earth
with enough oxygen to keep me
coherent in your presence.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

good grief Charlie Brown .. i love this poem of yours .. totally .. if i (as an old one) may use the expression .... very fine stuff .. it at once captures, lures, and subdues ... all over a small table at coffee. :) great job! glad you shared! haven't seen you for a while .. thank you for posting! :)
E.

[Matching Socks]

Your muse sounds like an alluring woman.
To be this sounds like love at first sight. Wonderfully penned.