Theo Edmonds
Photo: Bob.Fornal
I love you.
I love you too baby…
I’ve loved you since that very first hour I met you
That hour of angels
Those inspirational, popular angels.
I see you.
I see you too baby…
I’ve seen you since you first looked my way
That look of silent mystery
Those mirrored eyes of mystery.
I admire you.
I admire you too baby…
I’ve admired you since we first danced with that curious ghost
That dance of danger
Those famous dangerous dances.
I hear you.
I hear you too baby…
I’ve heard you since you first announced yourself with that bona fide gong
That gong of dreams
Those dreams that dream pretty.
I think pretty has gotten me pretty far.
That’s pretty far out baby…
So, just for funsies, how about I teach you to talk
And then, you and I can meet for the first time again
To begin a real conversation.
2 comments so far ↓
mariana // Sep 18, 2008 //
I love the lightness and the cadence here. Reading this poem filled me with love!
Barry George // Sep 19, 2008 //
This title reminds me of my visit to the Andy Warhol museum in Pittsburgh, where they have displayed, among other mementoes, the Selective Service (draft) card issued to “Warhola, Andrew.” Truly, the artist’s first great act of creation was changing his name. I enjoyed your poem!
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