Prodigal Sun

It looked like we'd have to start over.
Huddled under the trees in the cold darkness of night
the rain seemed to say
"Where's your internet now?"

Going Steady

I wake just before dawn
and gaze upon your dear sleeping face,
struggling to keep the binoculars still.

Fairy Tales can come true. It can happen to you.

I guess the story was a lot like Cinderella.
Except the Fairy Godmother was Tequilla.
The glass slipper, herpes.

Sonar

Every morning your alarm will sound
and I will clutch your hips and throw romantic notions around the room
until desire outweighs our debts.