POEM: Burst

How is it your deep eyes pierce
Thrusting directly into my fractured soul
Soothing, gentle, yet necessarily fierce
Patching the pieces, plugging the hole?

I don’t know how you do
Why you do
What you do to me
But I thank you

Why, with the grace and dexterity of a warm spring breeze
Emitting the aroma of oranges and ginger,
Can you grind and groove through this world with ease?
You’re driving hot burning impulse I’ve yet to finger.

I don’t know how you do
Why you do
What you do to me
But I thank you

What is the reason you touch me so
With a steamy shove from above?
My balloon bursts, after shaking to and fro
I love how you show your love

I don’t know how you do
Why you do
What you do to me
And I thank you