I saw oggled your rear,/
butt don’t remember where. You/
were climbing some stairs.

Your eyes sparkle and/
your smile ignites so I can’t /
notice anything else.

I face and embrace/
a new day. Life is dif’rent/
when you are in it.

Her lips touch mine first,/
and for the first time, I’m so/
amazed I can’t write.

Bon Voyage I wished/
her, not knowing when, or if,/
she’d return to me.

I could go straight up/
the Hill to where she works, but/
would she still see me?

You butterfly me/
the way no one ever has,/
and I don’t know how.
OR
and I don’t know why.

You are like a drug/
that opens the pores of my/
creativity.

It’s been a while since/
a woman has lit my muse/
fuse as much as you.

I am not fighting,/
but the very claim of not/
fighting means I am.