How lucky are your
pants. They get to hug you when
you sashay around.


Wow. That last haiku
was super creepy, even
for a creep like me.


I don't want this right
now; this feeling isn't ideal.
I don't want a crush.


But, then again, your
hands are really soft and your
sweaters wrap me in.


Oh, what the ****, man.
I never meant for this to
happen. Why to me?


**~~a.s.f.

inspiration hits.
Ideas fly at me head-on.
Get me some paper.


Your jawline; my God.
your smile when you know you
have said something right...


"You were really good."
Yeah, right. My poem could have
been a bit longer.


Substance is the thing
that we, as humans, live for.
We need that depth to thrive.


**~~a.s.f.

so tempted to tell
someone: hesitation builds.
not that serious.


**~~a.s.f.

milky white face. ****.
I latch onto your boy hips.
I'm catching butterflies again.


**~~a.s.f.