Your eyes slant like a tomcat's.
You always wear collared shirts.
Your sleepy sigh is like purring.
Fourteen hours to finish your work.
Your thesis proposal's tomorrow.
Dear God, I hope you get through.
You supply towels, apples, time, movies for us,
But who takes care of you?
You study traffic patterns.
Your hair has a licorice sheen.
You salute instead of waving.
Your shoelaces are green.
You pick at your macaroni
One noodle at a time.
One snapshot after another
For the album of my mind.
But I can't reduce you to pictures
Or words in a Valentine card.
That would be taking a Ming vase
and smashing it into shards.
Adding one fact to another
Will never bring me the whole.
I could write you a million poems,
But never portray your soul.