Hmmm Poem by robert fort

hmmmm

There is no song nor sound of morning
more awake than your eyes.
Indisputable truths are shaken
by the logic of your brain.
The frippery of fashion fades
in the white light of your style.
Tension turns to seduction
at the touch of your hand.
A natural force propels
Your long fluid steps.
The songs and sounds of evening
ride smoky in your voice.
Wake me, lull me to rest,
in the soft arch of your arms.
Make me go “hmmmmmmm”.