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A Scattering Of Quizzical Looks

A scattering of quizzical looks,
A flurry of meaningful hugs,
Why must my sad lady fair
Scare as if all men are thugs?
More than a pair of kisses &
A small certain of rolled up eyes;
With a hand-to-palm reflex too old—
Ma’am, unspoken thoughts aren’t all lies!
Just gimme some shelter:
Those northern storms boil up so fast.
I’m not very sure your fear and dread
Will all night gunk us up in the past.
Lovely one retired just last week,
Congrats on your monies independent,
But risk a chance with a dancer cheek-to-cheek
Before your tired heart is completely spent.
To those eyes whose tears have shed Afghani sands—
Find your calm and take hold of loving carefully hands.

Eyes So Green and Plumage Rich Blue

Seeking the answer
At the door of your distain;
Turning away full empty
And all alone yet again.
The minor chords
Shuffle across the page:
Is there that heart of gold
For one of my age?
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me to your nest.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me at your best.
Love in the pre-active;
Gazes of stillborn glee;
2014—a million years away.
You and I were to become we.
Record heat in October;
Your heart in deep freeze.
My lady glances away
And I get up off my knees.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me to your nest.
Pan Wren, Pan Wren
Take me at your best.
Left to wishing you well;
Ill-content with memories few.
Fly strong, Pan Wren,
Eyes so green and plumage rich blue.