Shy One
You do not care for my poetry,
And I cast no blame back—
Silly words,
Panting surreptitiously
For your love.
Yet now my fantasies
Are naked,
And I beg you to fantasize naked, too.
You said you are shy,
But call me on the telephone.
Then I will respond like Mars,
Or say, “You know,
I enjoyed the other night.”
Like an actor
Close to his first role on Broadway
Or like a poet
Recovering from vodka,
I plead for one affirmation,
For I am more shy than you.
I dig this.
thanks so much.