Blue Ukelele

If you are going to be this
radiantly--
gloriously
beautiful
could you please do it somewhere else?

I have spent years cultivating this brain,
with books, education and careful synaptic pruning,
then you walk in
with that smile,
and it is all reduced
to a twitching,
soupy,
electric
puddle.

The thrill of just a few moments
-not even with-
simply near
you

and I am undone.
A school girls blush
is so unbecoming
on a full grown woman.

And
there is the slow decent,
in your absence,
back to sanity,
rationality.

But still,
there is a constant craving.
You are a vixen,
and it is cruel of you to exist
if your simply going to leave.