As I stumble upstairs to sleep,/
I wish could take your pain, deep,/
and make it my own,/
or that you could loan/
it to me,/
until U found/
tranquility.

Do U know what it’s like/
2 get unexpected lite/
in a dark, dreary place?/
How U placed/
a smile on my face?/

Don’t refrain;/
share yer pain./
Let me b there./
I care.

Why did you kick me/
so completely
/to the curb/
and out of your life?/
The nerve!/
Or is it because you’re a wife/
and mom?/
Is that how come?

It’s bulls*it!/
We don’t match?/
BS! U no it!/
Yer scared. That’s the catch./
If U change your mind/
and find/
U want 2c/
the real me,/
I’ve no doubt/
U’ll seek me out.

I want 2b yer sheraz/
becuz/
yer lips will drink me in./
I want 2b yer merlot,/
U no,/
and yer affections win./
I want 2b the cab/
U must have./
B4 bed,/
sip me instead.

What’s the sequel/
2 being/
yer intellectual equal?/
Does it have meaning?/
Do U/
need a soul/
2/
help control?/
Can a brain play a big enuff part/
when there’s no heart?

I thot of U 2day./
That’s what they all say./
Will they ever do anything about it?/
I doubt it./
Thinking/
thots,/
like drinking,/
ought/
2 create/
more than a headache.

Words/
Cyrano heard/
dropped by RoxAnn/
could crush a man,/
he said,/
but only if she remember-ed/
those/
hopes/
she dropped lightly,/
4 naught,/
which he mightly/
caught.

Y does the scent of curry/
set a heart aflurry?/
How can Woman/
impact Man/
where he don’t tan?/
Do I dare say/
I feel that way?/
Will being quiet/
calm my cardioriot?

Does my poetry scare U/
as I bare U/
my soul,/
thinking I’ve lost control?/
Or do U/
stay sedate,/
knowing I write not 2 woo,/
but simply communicate?/
Which reader rU?