Sweet Thing Poem by Minerva Agriam

I surely love to look at you
Naive, sweet, innocent, unassuming.

Yet you laugh like the bear
And dream like the pagans.

Sweet little earthly thing
Covetous, sensual, and slug.

Yet you bring joy
To my spartan basic days.

Fresh air busy routines,
Goodness you smelled like cow.

When your temper flew
And blew your witty tongue.

I surely shrug away
With my flying affection.


(8/11-03. 10: 50 p.m)