Simone Muench
Hey ladybird lurking,
what's a fuzzy to you
and a fizzy to him?
Calligraphy or filigree
on the shield of a Viking.
He's aloof as a sawtooth.
He can't yodel or sing.
He's a killer Godzilla,
a teapot signaling steam.
A telltale heart, a deadly dart.
It's a Harlequin romance,
a dizzy and a doozy of a dance.
He's a dense lens, a frigate
on a frozen ocean.
You're a whirl of a girl, pearl
and vertigo, marbled star.
He's a conversation in the dark
ardor or a parked car,
smelling of mint and gin
in a seaside citadel
gliding down your pretty
white dress with a pen.
