My Radio Man, Clown And Poet - Poem by Cambridge Keenan
Oh ravinous radio man,
Is there anything that you cannot do?
You are ever waggish as you wheedle whole - heartedly the way you do,
I am enamored, knocked me off my feet, flatlined before you...
You are my healing balm, my Lily of the Valley, my Rose of Sharon,
Your humor is healing to the very bones,
You have set me free to soar as on wings of an eagle...
Like good medicine I swallow you daily, you are my perscripiton,
Perfectly concoted by the Great Physician...
You whisper sweet nothings about love, and life, and you sing to me softly,
Your most alluring way with words tilitates me with marvel,
And I am caught into your vortex, swirlling around inside your heart,
For you, I am a prisioner of love...
Your my whopper, wholly making me whoop with inspeakable joy,
You whet my wonder as you playfully clown around drawing me deeper inside you,
Intamacy spreading like a bush fire blazing a trail of desire so intense it cannot be contained,
You wily, fox of a Poet leave me woozy with wonderment
Have I fallen into the rabbit's hole?
Because you are my very Wonderland...
Thank you for your powerful love,
You do so much for me,
For this your paperbag princess!
Words cannot accurately even begin to describe my love for you...
I love you Poe, with all my heart.
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