Slam Dunk

(For him)
I lay it bare
forswear
proper and prim

(To him)
I give promises
continual kisses
my necessary whim

(With him)
I forget all doubt
let myself out
all net--no rim

About him?
it's complicated
instinct--not educated
(What is the chance that I'll elude my illusions?)
s l i m

*technically, readers, this poem would be considered an example of envelope rhyme.' (the rhyme scheme being abba). However, this is not really a textbook model as I took some liberties with sentence structure and composition, especially in the 3rd stanza. But, whatever...right?

Bargain

He describes me
as expensive
and I feel
like a racehorse
or prime real estate

He says I'm money
but he takes, I give
an ideal
refined and coarse
raw and ornate

My smiles are free
I argue--defensive
a bargain, a steal
these words force
a constant debate

A riotous fantasy
labor intensive
he calls me surreal--
advertising, I endorse.
Currency incarnate.

Treehouse

our secret treehouse
is hidden high
built into the branches
of an immortal,
sturdy maple tree

under a canopy
of two toned leaves
our hideaway
is solid, secure
offering confidential sunlight, stealthy shelter

daring squirrels
and curious birds
watch us
keeping company
the treehouse is both
our center and edge

together, we snicker like
naughty children
this liaison confirmed
only by a
community of clouds