515. Wasted Tears

Crying into my pillow
Because a man
Hasn't called
I don't yet know
I'm completely
Off his radar
He has no clue
I've been true
And doesn't care
A bit for me


Dating, San Francisco

569. Charmed Life

How many times
Have strangers
Saved your life
Sharks in India
Snakes there, too
Undertow
In Rio
What else did you do?
Your life is charmed
G-d must have
Big plans for you


Admiring Men

570. On Religion

Reading my writing
You'd think
I have religion
But knowing
Me better
You'd say
It's not true
I have fear
Sometimes respect
Often gratitude
But no
Organized system


Asking for Directions, San Francisco

565. Not Your Courtesan

You keep me
At arm's length
Far away from whom
And what you love
You've never let me see
Your home
Or meet your
Friends and family
How can you expect
Me to believe
You have any respect
For me?
It's time
For you to find
Another woman
To treat
As your courtesan
I will love a man
Who treats me
Like his queen


Dumping, San Francisco

563. Time versus Money

He doesn't have
As much money
As you do
But he gives
Me himself
He makes time
For just us two
And that holds
More value
For me


Dating, San Francisco

535. Listening

So you think your hair
Should be brown.
I've been reading,
He told me.
It feels good
And a little surprising
To be heard
And understood.


Dating, San Francisco

511. Why Dating Around Works

My married women friends
Tell me to date around
There's no ring
On your finger
They say
I protested
And tried to be true
It turns out they knew
The secret
Men only want
What other men do


Dating, San Francisco