The We Poem And Other Compositions

We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
You want then to confuse.
Like raindrops in clear sky and bright Sun.
What is going on?
You refuse to be 'we' then.

A beginning of shade comes.
A building of a wall of ice...
Is felt.
You freeze me out!
Your shouts do not warm.
And you feel I should love to lick,
The biting lips of an icicle?
'Do you see...
Kick Me In The Butt,
Written anywhere on my forehead?
And you think that puts me in the mood...
To write a heartfelt sonnet,
Seduced filled opus...
Called 'The We Poem'? '

With sincere eye contact!

We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
You want then to confuse.
Like raindrops in clear sky and bright Sun.
What is going on?
You refuse to be 'we' then.

We can not be 'us' together.
If we can not stop opening the door to exit.
Instead of blocking nonsense from getting in.
Patient I've been.
I know this was no joke the first day we began.
Whenever we get like this...
Don't you see my right eyebrow lift?
Like this! ?
Is there anything familiar with that scene at all?
How about if I stood on the window ledge?
Or if I just sat there singing 'We've Only Just Begun'
In 'G' flat since that's the key you and I sang,
Duets.

I was two inches away from a window leap!
Thatclose from jumping out.
That mouth of yours with cold shoulders...
Fangs exposed,
And your fingernails reminded me of claws...
On moisterized hands.
Baby...
You can be frightening.
But I don't feel why there's a need to run.

'Could you see me writing 'The We Poem'
Running through a darkened tunnel...
Trying to escape from the scent of a lunatic?
I am not that creative!
Trust me.
And I am fearing for my life too? '
Baby...
You just ain't yourself,
This time of the month.

We don't have menstrual periods together.
God did not bring us together to have that experience!
Did He?
I am not that magical.
Not even for you.
But I can't seem to get away from 'that'.
An entrapment that keeps me hooked by magic.

I wish you knew the many moments I cried.
Wondering why I could not find the guts,
To leave you.
I would love to see us get a 'We Poem' done.
To rhyme with lines we recognize and dialogue.
We can not be us together.
Whenever the storm begins to break...
If we do not learn not to hesitate to show,
Steam heat should always be prepared to blow hot...
Dropping it to cool down.
Enough to touch without getting 3rd degree burns.
But you make me wish I had flight tickets.
Or could say, 'Abracadabra! Do me a quick disappearance! '
And I would be safe.
And you would be...
Free of me!

Why can't I find the guts to leave you?
Or write 'The We Poem'
And be done with it?
Why am I the one wanting more not to be 'about' us?
I know I should care.
But I am starting to care less.
Wanting more from you to be a WE, I guess.
Who knows?
I've already thought of other compositions.

by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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