Gift Certificate Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Don't give your love to me,
As if a gift certificate.
You mailed without fail.
And I should wait for it.
To then expect from me,
Expressed happiness.
Without benefits delivered.
But on your mind I remain.
And you want me to know this.
When I get your gift certificate.

I want to be touched.
Hugged and kissed.
I want to feel from you,
What I desperately miss.
And not a gift certificate,
With kisses on it.
To think it satisfies,
A kept denying to hide...
With a purchase to limit,
My craving to taste your lips.

'Hi baby...
I called to say,
There's not a day that comes...
That goes away,
My wish to be with you isn't there,
To stay.
Please answer my calls.
And leave me a message.
At least let me know,
If you've received my gift certificate.'

I want to be touched.
Hugged and kissed.
I want to feel from you,
What I desperately miss.
And not a gift certificate,
With kisses on it.
To think it satisfies,
A kept denying to hide...
With a purchase to limit,
My craving to taste your lips.

Why would anyone think,
A limit on a gift certificate...
Would be forever remembered,
To not forget who sent it?

'Hi baby...
It's me again.
Are you there?
You act as if you don't know who this is.'