The moon’s hidden glow/

shines, veiled, through mists and clouds. She/

reminds me of you

Kiwi now scares me/

because it screams she’s not where /

 she, hot, wants to be.

I called. No answer. /

I’m such a dumb romancer/

to keep on trying.

If I may,/
if I might,/
I’d like to stay/
another night!/

Please don’t think/
that I’m a jerk./
We could drink/
and discuss MarCom work!