Read Poem: Intoxication, by Duane March

Ask me to describe my earnest fascination?
Ask me, might as well, pi’s endless calculation,
Words do not suffice to offer explanation.
Her eyes gleam a golden brown,
Athena’s owls, soft as down,
Her hair is a mane of chesnut fire,
It tosses savage with lion’s ire,
Or happy shakes, a foal without tether,
New with life and frisking in heather,
Her nose so cute, it makes me blush,
Her bronzen skin, my blood’s rush!
But what delights me most of all?
What comes first to my recall?
Lumps my throat, tightens my chest?
Her matchless smile above the rest.
For when she smiles, her eyes twinkle,
Her mane shivers, her nose crinkles,
My heart leaps, I smile too,
Instantly a helpless fool,
I can offer no plainer explanation,
She is my pure intoxication.