I sigh./
Nice rhyme!/
But what guy/
wants 2 take the time/
2 have it end/
at just friends?/
Is there potential 4/
much more/
further down the way/
from where we r today?

U R right./
I’m sorry./
I had no real/
cause 2 worry./

It’s just an excuse/
and my choice/
2 want 2 listen/
2 yer voice./

But I get U/
and yer need 2/
sleep the nite thru.

2night, late,/
my prayers said,/
I laid sedate/
alone in my bed,/
and mulled and pondered/
things that she told,/
and again wondered/
if I was 2 bold,/
or just honest.

Can I ever b/
lovely?/
Or do i sit on friendly sidelines,/
until the time/
she enters the game again,/
and I,/
as her friend,/
finally see/
that lovely/
can never b/
me.

At night, together,/
we sleep deep. Yet as day dawns,/
arms are empty, still.

Superman/
doesn’t ride the bus,/
tho he can./
People stare, fuss,/
mouths agape,/
as he flies topless/
without his cape,/
and wonders if Wonder Woman/
will let him in.

In my pantry,/
closet,/
drawers/
r gifts:/
Some yummy,/
some funny,/
sum of time./
It’s a crime/
they waste/
my place space./
But gifts,/
like love,/
r no good/
when shoved.

Popcorn./
Quilt warm./
Your sofa and TV./
My funny DVD./
My hands; “those feet”./
White wine sweet./
Chocolate./
Let’s not wait./
8 oh 5 to 9:30./
U and me./
2day./
OK?

Thanks 4 the rhyme/
and the late-night talks./
Are you in the lead box/
today?/
Or away?/
If you wanna IM,/
ping and say!