You
I called you pretty girl the other day,
and you,
pretending to be pissed off
asked,
was that what any man might say,
to any Miss he might have kissed.
Perhaps I lack a little gravitas
and could, just as a lover's prank,
rhyme "mass of natural gas" with "your cute ass."
You'd think me crass.
But,
might you forgive my clumsiness
to thank me should I write,
that life,
with all its tragedy and farce,
is gentler
for a glimpse of your sweet arse.
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