grotty little secrets
scribbled hurriedly in notebooks
masquerading as poetic license
therapy or worse
please don't make me love you now
not here
i'm tired
it's not a good time
maybe later, maybe never maybe
that's the point
flirting is a game of many hazards
many pitfalls
many dangers
so much peril
so much face you have to lose
dirty little tricks
of nuance
subtlety, inflection
are we even on the same side
i don't think so
any more
Little Flower Book by Wayne Myers