{poetry}

You Do

You do something to me you see
Something Cole Porter purported to have sorted
Out pout doubt drought
Cry, sigh, oh, my - there’s so much space without a trace of
You, boo, love, hoo - me
And my shadow, how now;
Darkness seems a painting of you
But just a lark
It’s much too dark to see
You
And all your light
Colors of the night
Reddish blues and purple hues
Of nothing
That something that you do

3/3/2013