Adorable. Why do you do me so?
Meanings of my life I cannot find.
In August. Tomorrow afternoon.
Then dinner. What a tease you
like to be. And then? Dancing
under a wiggly table. That’s
the short, enigmatic note you
sent. All hell broke loose on
the couch. Sprigs of lavender.
Except love has decided to
really take. Go ahead to the
movies while I pace the
apartment looking for
chips. While I untangle
all the wires. Which means
there are things I must
reconcile or change.
Approaching 3pm,
nearly at war with
another rhyme.
