Talking with you is/
more uplifting and peaceful/
than any fireside

Think me not a creep,/
but slumber deep, and I’ll seek/
you in the sunshine.

I did as you asked./
I waited. You didn’t call. /
Now comes the hard part.

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.