Words flow like water./
Emotions rage like rivers./
I cannot keep up.

Gas stop. Red pick-up/
pulls up. Three wee girls spill out,/
with one hot mamma.

Saturday ev’ning,/
a unique Utah event:/
Rush on groc’ry stores

A little birdie/
told me you do, in fact, date,/
though you don’t want to.

Sleeping with you is/
prob’ly not what you want from/
me, but what i need.

At 2 a.m. I /
dreamed how a surprised look danced/
o’er your op’ning face

Dance with me
and you’ll see
the way I live
is poetry.

Bikini’d woman,
legs sans Frommage’,
lures me with photos
showing her decoutage’.

Not the bare midriff
with french-cut thighs,
but the conservative sweater:
THAT captures my eye.

And though she may think
that tempting photos capture,
it’s her witty banter and prose
that sends me to rapture.

For it’s a woman’s heart, mind and soul
that draws attention to where I want to go.

I’d surprise you
by sending poetry
as a new way
of introducing me.

For a first date?
Ragtop with top down!
We’d be great
cruisin’ to MoTown.

And then we could stop
by the lake’s balmy shore
and sip hot drinks, and talk,
and get to know each other more.

Now that you’ve seen I’m someone unique,
email me back to say when we can meet.

We maybe don’t know/
each other so much, but our/
souls still yearn to touch.