NaPoWriMo Day 18: Prideful Courting

Day 18: A ruba’i or two

Prideful Courting

I waited for you to ring today,

with squinted eyes and body sway.

But anticipating did not make it so -

I suppose this is the game you'll play.


Oh dear, I wouldn't wish you to miss

my crafted locks, my gentle kiss,

my paired tie and pocket square -

My manly scent... I do insist.


You must indeed come around

to hear the deep and sultry sound

of my voice when angry, or simply glad

as I talk freely to you - unbound.


There are such things you've yet to know

about my whims, struggles and cares.

So I'll wait for you, I am no cad.

I'll wait for you. I am no cad.

Here's to Robert Frost, my inspiration for this poem, and to the blissfully unaware.