Elaborate mazes Of conjured phrases Tickle the ear Of literary peers But don’t read the type

I am not an actor That is plain to see I am just a shepherd Tending to his sheep Try to keep them safe from

Never seen Better scenes Than red lights On green trees

Mostly I want To be myself Something special To someone else

It won’t be pretty the tears the snot the mess Lifetimes

I’ve never wrapped My mind around Making you feel Seen, heard, and found I didn’t know

I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

I’ll make you pucker And turn your stomach So take me with a grain of salt

Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped

There’s one thing You should know about us We’re gonna be Uncomfortably close Here is you

Don’t try to be divine ‘Cause we’ve always been Just try to be yourself My out fits your in

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

Most poems perused Would probably be better Made into haikus

Now you know The depths of depravity A man will go For love of his progeny

Nom noms and tom toms Are really what make me move There’s a gravy train straight to… When you skip your needle to that…