Ode to Tarah Leija:
A silly little poem
oh Tarah,
for whom my heart beats
oh Tarah,
who art squeezably soft
oh Tarah,
with hair dark like midnight
and other poetical things that are dark,
oh Tarah,
the tarahlisciousness of thy skin makes me weep
weep like a little boy
a little boy with melting ice cream
and hands too small to enjoy the dairy joy on a cone
with chocolate sauce
oh Tarah,
you are the square root
of love
oh Tarah,
you are the kiss and oak tree gives a Jetta at 80 miles and hour
oh Tarah
may little girls want to grow up to be you
and little boys want to grow up to love you
oh Tarah,
who is so sexy,
she makes that final "H" in her name silent in shock
of her beauty
and makes it speak to the rest of us,
"H" (an exhale)
oh Tarah
tall enough to shatter skyscrapers
oh Tarah
whose smile still breaks hearts
from 151.67 miles away
I looked it up on Mapquest
of Tarah,
you are the comma (,) in this sentence
and the period at the end of this one (.)
you are still punctuating my poetry
with a smell of skin that I can't deny
semi-colon, question mark, exclamation point, exclamation point, ellipse
;?!!...
oh Tarah
why do you tease me so
by not marrying me?
oh Tarah
I would buy you dishes
with a great china pattern
that your mother would love
like she would love me,
the boy who loved Tarah
oh Tarah
if you were a Kangaroo,
I would watch you hop
oh Tarah
if you were the moon
i would build a rocketship
land on you
and hit golfballs in a spacesuit
just to make an MTV commercial
20 years later
oh Tarah
you are where my keys are
oh Tarah
lets hyphenate your last name
with mine
and say them together
every time we meet someone new
that's real love, honey
oh Tarah
your name means Earth
if it were spelled differently
and we all spoke Latin
but we speak English
and it's spelled with two A's
and a silent H
which is Latin for nothing
but not nothing
i mean nothing translates into Latin
from "Tarah"
which is how I like
to love you:
untranslatably.
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