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 a-hold of loving careful hands.

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Honestly

Honest, Honest
Tell me true
Grass is green
And the sky is blue

Honest, Honest
Tell me quick
John is ok
Though Paul is pretty thick

Honest, Honest
Tell me sure
Taylor rocks
And so does the Cure

Honest, Honest
Tell me please
Why does that little nurse
Make me fall to my knees

Honest, Honest
Tell me bad
Ringlets on babies
Won’t be the next fad

Honest, Honest
Tell me right
We can dance every day
And snuggle all night

Honest, Honest
Tell me more
That it’s really you
Knocking on my door

Honest, Honest
Tell me fast
This kind of love
Will really last

Honest, Honest
Tell me soon
Why do your kisses
Make me swoon

Honest, Honest
Tell me true
You love me
And I love you