please can I have that girl who ...

please can I have that girl who sings to me

and my heart sings along happy and free
she just knows how my cheekbones in smile to raise
she recalls my every comment poem or phrase
originated from my inner TS Eliot I reproduce

words imperfect and rhyme sometimes loose
and she has them stored in the back of her mind
from the soles of her lips ready to impart in kind

please can I have that girl that fills my heart with song

and in whose soft caring eyes I can do nothing wrong
who with orbit fresh breath and colgate smile
who talks with her Janet-Jackson-voice while
in a breathless reassuring steamy-mama-sound
a preparation of a slow seduction can be found
of my mind which me with silence arm
who perceives compliments and charm

as the overflowing refuse pit
its just too typical for my wit

please can I have that girl friend who
just knows that I don’t want that rue

who, so I can be happy will not change
if I collapse broken anemic out of range
broken with tears as the ill treated animal of the plains
that wants nothing but fresh dry grass to mend its pains
from the vast fields of the polluted earth

and knows not of any better since birth
who will gently pick me up

as the lioness collects her cub

safely in the clutch of her mouth

whether I’m here, north or south