Teach Me To Be Smooth

Teach Me To Be Smooth

you are so beautiful,
a strut legged piece of swagger,
an eight ball in the pocket
of your choosing.
each day I slip
into an emotional involvement,
a critical situation, and you say
I should relax and always a
damn girl, you are too intense
and I ask for your frosty demeanor,
a touch of smirk, a sensual sideways
glance, or some contempt,
that I might place, like plastic,
on my always too eager optimism,
open betrayals of myself & opinions
that possibly disappeared with the poodle skirt
and I break into a grin
right in the middle of my nonchalance
and I always forget and commit
my heart to lost causes,
and I am never smooth, like you,
jerking your head up and snarling,
some off hand remark,
anytime someone crosses,
the shoved up sleeves,
on the large arms of your heart.

Reviews

[Donald Meikle]

Three banks and the cue ball kisses this one into the side pocket, gawd woman you are toooo good

[Emily B]

I think we all must have those days where we want to learn to be smooth. There was so much more that crossed my mind as I read this, but I think that's probably best left to myself.