31 May 00

Both Ways

It is hard I know

To be in love

With one so

In consistent

In his ways

There are times

When all I do

Is think of the means

To get your attention

To make you look my way

Others when I wish

I did not enter

Your mind

In anyway

Didn't feel the weight

Of your thoughts or gaze

Perhaps one so

Frivolous is not worthy

Of having you

In an intimate way

By

Everett E. Phillips, III