The one friend
Who makes me wish I could be gay
She’d be a perfect lover
If I could just get down that way

I tend to set my sights high
Impossibly so, really
Go big or don’t bother
Sounds reasonable to me
You are part of all that
You’re probably out of my league
I could try to deny it
But it’s pretty easy to see
Well hey
No harm
No foul
It’s just a little thing that ends up to be
Of no bother to you
And
A whole lot of ***** poetry

He is the man who
Makes me feel
At times
On the brink of insanity
Mind flutter
Even morphs
Expands and
Flips chaotic
He is on the swinging trapeze
Perfect rhythm
To catch whenever
He swings back around my way
And signals me to jump

She is growing tomato plants in the back yard
I have named one Greta and one Nelson
She remembers
And calls them by name
Greta and Nelson
Tomato plants
Loved by somebody

Yep we can all agree
Mean people ****
You’ll get no argument from me
But maybe you are the mean sucky one
Always complaining about what
Mean people’ve done
Your toxic vibe
Of searching out
Toxicity
Is just creating it
Needlessly
Now we witness
The persistent victim
Reverse victimize
To same result
But justified
Under the VICTIM
Mighty pen
Been humming that tune
Since I don’t know when

Tease me out a sweet sip
Put me on my knees
Let me lap
Lazily
Little strokes
Here and there
Let me tingle you
Entice your skin to give it’s dew
And perk your pores up
All anew