If we’re being honest

no Shakespearean sonnet

describes in enough detail

the way your smile derails

whatever thoughts trailed

through my head.

And who needs

iambic pentameter?

 

Perhaps I could woo

with a short wistful haiku

but that would be dumb.

 

And the problem with a

free

form

sentence

is that it always seems

way

too

pretentious

and distracts from the focus

Like your laugh or your gaze

or the fact that if our minds

were manifested as rooms

mine would be messy, not dirty

and yours would be an immaculate

organized atrocity and I love

that

 

So

in the interest of brevity:

Roses are red;

something, something

clever twist.