Found this poem I wrote last August as I was looking for possible poems to spit at tonites illpoets.com feature @ Bohemian Caverns:

It Couldn’t Be

It couldn’t be
Couldn’t be that you’re feeling me
Impossible to think you get flies comprised of butter when you see me
It couldn’t be
Couldn’t be you getting nervous
In a rush just to make sure we cross paths
Giddy at the thought that perhaps we’ll share a couple of laughs
Couldn’t be
Couldn’t be you’re feeling me
Couldn’t be that you get warm and wet in lower regions when you hear my voice on the answering service
Couldn’t be
That given the opportunity
You would act out the lewd things we say when we’re aimlessly flirting
Couldn’t be you’re wanting me to the point it’s physically hurting
Couldn’t be
Not you
We are too cool
You said you never catch feelings
You vocalized on many occasions that we would never have dealings
It couldn’t be
We were just kicking it, all that time we spent
So if that’s the case
Why are you at my place at a quarter till three
With your head laid in my lap so suggestively
Caressing my knee seductively
Am I trippin’?
Naw...naw
It couldn’t be