Conjecturing What It’s About: Revolutionary Poem

Conjecturing what something’s about
won’t tell you what it’s about
until it comes about.

And once you find out
what it’s about
give me a shout
and we can talk it out
(’cause you’ll know what it’s about
without
a doubt).

Jealousy And Guilt Denied: Romantic IMprov Iambic Poem

Feeling guilt
is not a passion,
nor is it in fashion
to feel jealousy
toward or about me.
None of those feelings
come from my revealing
my nearly out-of-control
yearnings of heart and soul.
Instead, you should be
swept away by a tsunami
of tenderness
brought by words’ caress.
When one you hold dear
holds you near,
there should be no resistance
simply because of distance.
Nor uncertainty or doubt
because we’re not immediately about.
But because our souls collide,
we can decide
to relish what’s inside.