Don't Think I Do (poetry monthly)

I do not think I love you,

so much as dream of you the live long day

I, weary, worry - wonder 

what you're doing...  and there I go

thinking, dreaming of you all day long again



with little flutters - flusters

of blustering clusters of pleasure at a

mention of your name,



and niggling tummy pains whenever you 4get 2

msg m, but that doesn't mean 

a thing - does it? Doesn't mean you don't. 

Doesn't mean I do, it's just that I can't stop 

myself from wanting; visualizing us two



walking in the sun, the wind and rain, 

hand in hand

along the sand, 

hand in hand 

in a bar, a coffee shop, 

the bank, etc. etc. etc.



while all the time I either feel like crying, or laughing 

like a twit; that's all it is, it doesn't  mean I love you, 

does it? 

I'm probably just clearing a out blockage, or something 

troublesome like that;

suffering from piles? And that's a grimace, not a smile. 



The fact that you are ever on my mind, and you forever 

bring such pleasure to me, and pain that batters my heart, 

means nothing, 

I think you'll find - 

certainly, it doesn't mean I love you,



I don't think that I do. But what I do is think of you 

in all I do do, 

and wonder if you do do too. 

It's such a drain,

but I definitely, positively, emphatically, seriously 

do not love you. 

Suffering this thing is just my way of passing time, 

I think you'll find.



Hope you're feeling fine, 

and by the way 



Love you,



Bee xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

ps.

or do I?