You'Re The One Poem by Jim Boone

Who turns a corner
and hijacks my train of thought;
looks into my eyes
and records volumes of erotica;
embraces desire,
seduces tell, holds show at bay,
as the three dance, touch and play.

You're the one
beneath the flood of sordid, frantic lust
[me, he, we] a symphony
of raw and delicate music in harmony
like chocolate and cream,
sausage and bun, milk and honey,
reality and dream.

Body language - whispers and shouts
sweet, energetic recall
as we grow wet from delirious, luscious,
essential moments
when you're the one, awhile or forever.


1979