Thank you for dancing./
Here’s to the chancing/
of romancing!

OOHHHHH a MarCom Woman…
I’m smitten even more
than I was before,
(because they’re such fun!)

How do I know?
Because I was one
(well, not a woman!)
but a MarCom guy, so

I’m familiar with our marketing type:
how we think;
our creative link,
how we deal with hype.

So I won’t try to impress you overly much,
Good marketing is caressing with a gentle touch.

This introduction/
Haiku is not meant to woo,/
but save your number!

What you request, I can’t
honor and chat,
(or, at least, I shant)
like “that”,

because
as you say,
in your own way,
the man who thus texts does

not show the courage,
nor the communication skills
to cause the heartfelt thrills
of a well-mannered, gentler age.

So instead, as you cunningly suggested,
you’ll find, with this sonnet, your phone number requested.

I awake/
as tho I am on the Savannah./
My thirst won’t slake;/
I forget my manners/
on the slight chance that U/
might be twiddling your thumbs/
thinking of me, 2.

It was fun imagining her,
palms flattened,
leaning against the fridge,
creating new sentences with each gasp.

“Whisper beauty,” she said,
“for tonight,
language
will rock the symphony
of love.”

Better than
the janitor’s closet.

Thanks for the invite
to watch movies tonight.
I’ll see you about 9ish.
It will be nice to languish
touching your
arms,
feeling your
charms,
watching films
(non-porn),
and eating your
popcorn.

Unknown man wants to/
be memorialized on/
the fridge I’ll lean on.

Use your memory./
I want it to be/
about me./
See?

It’s true./
It is joy!/
Oh boy!/
I’m no longer blue!