Please do not construe/
silence as ignoring you./
I am just struck dumb.

I wished once, only,/
to dance in your kitchen. Now,/
I long to tell tales.

If friends know of me,/
is it with kind words? Romance?/
or just as a pest?

Every fantasy/
would be fulfilled if you would/
invite me over!

I could take both of youse/
on a pink martini cruise!

Is it awf’lly wrong/
to yearn to listen to frogs/
sing with you again?

Sleep on, my beauty!/
Well past the singing songbirds/
first welcome of dawn.

I would this ev’en,/
even though we are so far/
apart, we could touch.

I, older than you,/
frequently get told that, too./
So I become bold.

What if kids were gone,/
and the moon, not yet zenith’d,/
warmly shone? What then?