I should write you more.
You yearn for
Words of poetry,
Heartfelt, from me.
I hesitate to begin,
Knowing how words spin.
And I guess I fear
To examine us too near.
Like looking too close
At a shimmering spider’s web, moist
With early morning’s dew.
The new us holds such fragile jewels.
I withhold and hold both words and breath, lest
I ruin the jeweled beauty of our spider’s nest.
She says she wants to/
call and talk. Next, she texts she’s /
sleepy. “Goodnight.” What?!?
Ev’ry hot blonde has /
a penchant for breaking hearts. /
She can not help it.
On a perfect,
cloudless
summer day,
before I drove away,
I pullled off
the convertible top
to better see
driving under trees,
and sky,
and buildings
going by.
A friend
got in,
and stared
forward
out the window.
She liked feeling
the wind blow
through her hair,
but only looked forward where
she always did before.
She couldn’t see more
than her previous view.
So I stopped,
and said “Look up!”
and showed her something new.
To see a surprise
view, look to the skies.
Just for fun I delved/
into past on-line po’try./
You fin’ly got one.
I’d say caprese’/
should eas’ly trump blondes all day./
But I would be wrong.
The lines of man bridge/
ancient geographic gaps, but/
can’t block the full moon.
We are creators.
Our own destiny awaits.
Give up density.
How painful will it/
be the day that there’s no more/
exclusivity?
Three cute blondes in a row.
I emailed them all to let them know
I found them interesting and attractive.
I think they’d like that I’m funny and active.
The other two emailed me right back.
In a hurry, they gave me no slack
but said they’d quickly like to meet:
I should pick the place and the street.
But one haven’t responded yet,
and she’s the one I think I’d most get.
I’m funny and kind, and like to have fun.
I think we’d have a blast in the sun.
So now to make my trio ‘fini’,
I hope she’ll soon write me.