Does He Like Me..?

Now here's a piece written by Me.


'Does He Like Me?'

Do thoughts of me dance in his mind,
Like velvety slippers, the daydreaming kind?

Did my whispered confessions of hope reach him too?
Secrets- with only stares to deliver them.
Not knowing we knew,

But still we remember them.

Was he as surprised as I?
By these new feelings bubbling like burps.

A PLAINguage, our language
Like morningbird Chirps.

Does he wonder what I do when I'm All-Out of sight?

When I've All-Left
And All-Gone,
Can he sense I'm All-Right?

Does He?
Like Me?

Has he asked the sky about Me?

Questioning cosmos,
Faster than a comet.
He can't hide that His pride,
Is ghost riding on it.

Does he imagine where my birthmarks could be?
What leg, which arm,
Shaped like a fault line with minimum cracks..

If I gave him a bite would he give me one back?

Has he wondered about my smell?
My ph-balanced,
Pheremone-d,
Nether-Regioned Spell.

 
The only fragrance in the Universe that wears heels.

 
Spiritual stilettos,
Metaphysical wheels.

In his garden of WomanLove,
Is there a flower named for me?
A she-home of genomes,
His most favored tree?

Does he see thru my bone-structured face?
Warriors, who birthed Warriors
And DNA'd these bones in place?

Whose struggles, lives and pains I've traced?
(Our paths were never made of lace)

When drawing the map of his future,
Am I found in the ink?

On the page?
In a chapter?
Is it violet or pink?

Are his feelings for me Art?
Wish I could take a look.
I'd climb right into his heart,

See if I'm in the book.

-WTS.