"get some air"
or
"come and talk"
or
"let's go out and take a walk"

but
"no,"
I answer,
"not this time --
I'm busy,
busy writing rhymes."

"let's play cards"
or
"let's play ball
or
spend our paychecks at the mall"

but
"no,"
I answer,
"not a chance --
I'm getting syllables
to dance."

"come on," he whines,
"I miss your skin --
the bed is warm;
I'm getting in
to sleep alone -
a horrid fate!"

he may be right -
the poems can wait.

06/10/2008