I see you there
peeking at me
from your dark lair
thinking you’ll see
me having fun
while you have none
and sit quiet

But what you see’s
not that at all
You see my pleas
and hear my call
asking you out
Wiggling your doubt
we could be good

(C) Stephen W. Buchanan 2020

Originally published advertising free at “If You Haven’t Got A Sonnet”