Nothing like
pushing girls
forward and back
upon the limbic swing.
May sound like
kindergarten recess
playground wisdom..
That’s because it is.
That’s why I blow it
to you, as an airy kiss..
after a loving wink.

Whether you like it
or you don’t,
to oh so many
of them..
your sweet
consistency alone
is naught
but deathly boredom.

They want the fruit
that sits just
out of reach!
The One that
makes them question
at the very edge
of their sanity’s brink.

How else could you
fulfill their need
for constant drama
in the romance
that you try to lead..
if not through
steady escalation
followed by release
of relational tension.
If not by sprinkling
into your interactions..
some morally ambiguous
and wolfishly gray
dimension.

Nobody gets hooked
on a goody two shoes.
They yearn for guys
who keep suspenseful air
of uncollapsed
superpositions..
in their deepest truth.

I make these observations
without any ill intent
to scornfully condemn.
Happy March 8th.
I love you women..
truly.. all too well!