Do I Like... Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

As is the case with her,
She swept into the room
And the light and everything
That mattered was drawn to her
Nothin' she did consciously
Just the way it was with her
She had a new hairdo and she asked,
'Do you like my hair? '


Do I like your hair?
Do I like to breathe?
Do I like to eat steak?
Do I like dark beer and red wine?
Do I like cornbread and iced tea?
Do I like all kinds of coffee and dark chocolate?
Do I like a good rope and a fine horse?
Do I like Luchese boots and Texas Hatters cowboy hats?
Do I like to dream?
Do I like starry nights?
Do I like dancin' by moonlight?
Do I like romancin' by candlelight?
Do I like to read and write and ruminate?
Do I like long walks in the rain?
Do I like to watch the sun rise and set?
Do I like thunderstorms and cool mountain mornins?
Do I like snowy days spent in front of the fireplace?
Do I like Elvis and Hank and Frank?
Do I like Clint and Duke and Duvall?
Do I like Woodrow and Gus and Ethan?
Do I like Mozart and Millay and Monet?
Do I like Audrey and Sophia and Vivien?
Do I like Rhett and Scarlett and Stella?
Do I like Italian opera and French poetry?
Do I like Van Gogh and Van Morrison and Van Halen?
Do I like Shakespeare and Hemingway and Tennessee?

Do I like your hair?
Do I like your fill-in-the-blank?
I like your hair and your anything and everything
That's what I like about you

© Cowboy Coleridge