A desire to be/
desired will never give one/
what’s really desired.

1 thing I won’t do/
is write a sonnet, ode or Haiku,/
trying so hard to woo,/
and b bedded 1 or 2 times,/
just because I’m clever with rhymes./
[Well, nevermind!]

Parallel paths run thru city streets,/
’til an odd twist makes them meet./
Now, with a new path b4 me,/
Do I struggle 2C/
where/
it’ll end?/
Do I care?/
No! I dive in!

She’s my shy TV/
personality who just/
sends bare skin footage.

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She finally revealed/
the source of her hair’s eros,/
so I revealed me.

When I awake from/
slumber feeling you near me,/
I remember dreams.

One dance per Woman,/
then they say you dance great but…/
Yeah. Really. No, thanks!

She did dance funky/
and well once with me. Will she /
again? I can hope.

Some people are your/
supporters, some satellites./
Hard to tell, sometimes.

Instead of dark red/
leaves to welcome me, her hair/
greets my arrival.