If U r in a mac/
and lingerie,/
I won’t treat U like a sack/
of pota/
toes./
I’m not 1 of those/
guys built that way./
No,/
I’ll b bold,/
and say:/
“Come in from the cold!”

Part 2, written about 1/2 hour later

It’d b no sin/
2 invite U in/
with no desire/
other than/
2 build a fire/
and fan/
the flame/
’til U can/
warm up again./
4 a warmth that perished/
may grow if cherished.

They’re just shoes/
in Bellevue’s/
Art gallery./
But it’d mean a lot 2 me/
if U’d go dual-y/
and c./
I’d like 2 try/
to understand your views/
on Y/
“It’s those shoes!”

Awakening/
from a strange dream,/
with sweaty underwear./
when I c/
my computer screen,/
yer message is still there./
How should I take the fact/
that U came back?

No burgers/
or biggie fries./
No teryaki bowl/
of any size./
No fish, or steak/or pizza, 2./
Not even a salad/
or bbq./
The word from mom/
is: “Not ’til dishes r done!”

I cried for your help/
in my dark hour. NOW you write?/
I’m not your sucker.

Alternative
You cried to me from /
your darkness. No quid pro quo?/
I’m such a sucker.

I can’t resist/
telling U how much I miss/
all the fun/
we haven’t yet done;/
All the creative discussions/
and witty arguments U haven’t yet won./
I can b patient.