For Frank
If you were my muse
I’d be in trouble
I just want to tease you
Stroke your cheek, scratch your stubble
Make fun of your haircut
‘Til your chin wants to double.
It’s your dimples I’m seeking,
I must make you smile
I want to fall in them
And swim for a mile.
The breast stroke, the back stroke
The butterfly, and free
As a mermaid I’ll kiss you
I’m lost in your sea.
It happened so fast
I worry it’s lust
Is the fire of desire
A medium I wonder
This woman of water
Can trust?
