What time and where/
should I bring my carr/
iage to your street,/
you there to meet?/
Or at work?/
Or at the park?

Is the hour over yet?/
The decision met?/
Will we/
together be/
a sweet duet?

When will you realize/
the creative guy/
in front of your eyes/
is an option/
for romantic adoption?

I love when a woman/
can express herself./
She takes her thoughts/
down off of her shelf,/
And by the tone/
and the low moan/
from deep in her heart,/
you feel, and know,/
she is a part/
of you and your soul.

As warm thoughts and words/
of you and yule wrap me, I/
snuggle deep in bed.

My thots of U/
r how I see true/
Christmas:/
Gentle, falling snow;/
no/
garrish/
decoration./
Just warm,laughing fun!/
No/
bright bows/
or ribbons./
Just gifts/
of Spirit.

She knew not/
what/
words from his lips/
caressed her skin/
like fingertips./

The tongue he spoke/
was foreign,/
and yet,/
it made her warm/
2 touch,/
and sweet 2 taste.

Wisconsin: Blizzard./
Seattle? Flooding and rain./
Me? Sunny 54!

The following 3 poems are answers to the question: “Do you text?”
Dec. 11 at 23:36 p.m.
Do I text?/
I text like crazy!/
Romantically,/
poetically,/
rhymingly,/
comically,/
intelligently,/
wooingly,/
witily,/
quickly,/
questioningly:/
Can you keep up with me?

Dec 13 at 9:52 a.m.
Yes, I text!/
Will you be vexed/
to get messages from me/
in haiku and poetry?

Dec. 13, 9:58 a.m.
Do you always answer/
a question with a question?/
And awaiting a romancer’s/
promised answer/
gave me indigestion.