Pick - Up! Poem by Barry Van Allen

Dedication to a cause,
one of shear seduction,
passing by the doors of thought,
for a simple introduction.

Taking every movement,
as some sort of indication,
as to the possibility,
of some carnal recreation.

Sitting, drinking, talking,
getting motivation,
getting ready for some substance,
perhaps a small acceptance,
... and some decent conversation.

They say it's in the spring,
that all those urges call,
... but, it is a fact,
... when I tell you that ,
the urges come in fall!

A time of pure insanity,
a nesting time for both,
of love and kisses, self congratulation,
as the winter snows approach,
both have cozy expectations.

With the winter's expectations,
a slowdown, and reflection,
thinking of the sorry haste ...
and possibly deception ...
as we drink freely from these loving days,
and see life through a dreary haze,
everything falls into place ...

As the ember's glow ,
will fade away from what it was ,
... If you are smart,
... you'll pick her up,
and tell her that you're Santa Clause,
- - - and you've brought her the present!