To My January Muse...

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I like when you surprise me with a thought quite unexpected

Or tease and tantalize me like a green breeze resurrected

I like when you come tumbling through blue daylight deftly dying

Somewhat like love when it was new and lovely without trying

I like the touch of you; true-blue with just a hint of summer

It rushes through my senses in a turquoise-tinted tremor

I like the way that even gray will blush beneath your flirting

Like violet-vested middle-May or July come a-courting

I like the way you leave me lonely just to make me want you

Raging, caged in my heart-of-hearts; darling, there I would taunt you

But oh, you are immune to kisses, still loyal, I linger

Impatient like a toddler clinging to your toying finger

I like the way you stay just far enough away to vex me

You straddle the north wind that moans in low tones to perplex me

And though I’ve vowed to lock the door; ignore what thought composes

You see me at the window waiting with a dozen roses

© Janet Martin