It’s a good thing I /
send myself emails or I/
wouldn’t get any!

It’s not just sharing/
when you are the muse. It is/
your right and priv’ledge

Sometimes silence is,/
like snowflakes falling through firs,/
all you need to hear.

I missed U/
at the last 2/
dances./
I took my chances/
with romances/
but none/
were as fun/
as what U/
and I had done./

But do/
I only get U/
if I wine/
and dine/
vous?

Instead of engaging in foreign-tongued/
intellectual banter,/
now we’re not so young/
I think I’d rather/
gaze deep into your eyes/
and write you poetry/
and gently surprise/
your mind and your heart./
At least, I surmise,/
that’s where I’d like to start.

I know the feeling./
Try staring into eyes/
that set your head reeling,/
and to your surprise/
she’s totally zoned/
and says ‘I dig guys/
but you’ve got no phermones.’

Can phermones, like seeds,/
be planted and nourished so/
they blossom and grow?