“Want to Wrestle?” a poem

Deerest, do I fawn?
Am I ready? 
I'm a lap ahead.

picturing the smirk of indignation at the suggestion.
My romantic persona rises to the occasion. I toss the gauntlet, I raise my
coat of arms on the field, I commit to the fight......

never mind. Want to wrestle?

Auburn hair and changing eyes
    deep beauty that resists disguise
Deep wisdom and wordplay
    breathing lusty passion any time of day
What gift from one so poor
    could a smile on your pretty face insure