Monthly Archives: July 2017

Wait, my bad, that’s more akin to “misfocus”
A susceptibility to midsummer distraction,
Between us, you’re much the better multitasker
But I intend to elicit a more emotive reaction

It’s time to remove the weeklong suit of armor
Worn so valiantly each day on that demanding job,
You’ve been daydreaming ever since Monday, no?
Listen, woman, I want you to put away the key fob

Last thing you need is to get behind the wheel
I’m relieving you of the dreaded Friday commute,
Neither Uber nor Lyft I’ll entrust with your passage
I’m your navigator and we’re taking another route

A new take on the picnic: I call it the Pampernic
Should I trademark it? If so, I’ll make you the owner,
So much better than Blue Apron or HelloFresh
My intellectual property lawyer?—let me phone her

Yeah, The Pampernic by Rg2® has a nice ring
Thing is, no other consumers could replicate ours,
The wine, hydroponic veggies, and fresh sea samples
Wouldn’t be complete without summertime flowers

Nature’s reminder of your fragrance I’ve missed
Have you thought of me in the days gone by?
Even if you restrict us to one day per week
I’ll take it ‘cause you’re my Pamper-Her-Friday high

My request is that you untie your hair, let it flow
Let the evening shawl drift from your shoulder,
As I fill our glasses with this Robertson red
Would you remove the dome of the candleholder?

A nightlight enhances the ocean waves in sight
If you’d like I can carve into cutlets your filet,
So tender to taste…and so tender is this night
I’d like to sit just a little closer if I may

We’ll take our time as we dine and unwind
But there’s this small matter I’d rather not delay,
Would you open this and try it on for size
A little something in honor of Pamper-Her-Friday….

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Pamper the woman . . . and forever live in her soul. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

These rumblings of each of us going our own way
Seeking alpha at his heart of achieving tranquility,
While her yoga mat doubles as a temple to pray
Suspense begs: If I give to you, will you give to me?

While sunsets go unnoticed, even neglected
Summertime simply wants to be a peacemaker,
How long must an easy rolling tide be rejected
The glowing orb illuminates nightsky, is there a taker?

Are you hurting as much as your appearance belies?
Your spirit, perhaps unbeknownst, betrays a distrust,
The awakened man you haven’t yet met can surmise
You don’t want to be pampered but, oh, a little stardust…

From thin air sprinkled into your jaded field of vision
It settles on the sand before your sandled feet,
A reminder to let not your mind give in to derision
Will you consider nightdrinks on the pier by pillowseat?

Let’s discuss this slowly widening gulf surfacing
Between our mutual need for midsummer touch,
You’ve been on the verge of saying, “To hell with it”
But might that negative sentiment be a bit much

You see, men are not exactly monolithic
In thought, motive, and action lies variation,
While many may billow in the current gale force
Loss of faith in me requires justification

The discovery of which you will find elusive
Not because I’m removed from a similar pain,
We all can become depressed or self-abusive
The possibility of a summer’s romance keeps me sane

Romance is not a feeling but an ability
You haven’t totally abandoned it, it won’t let go,
Mistrust hidden in the cloak of emotional fragility
An unrushed introduction to one another’s apropos

A man not yet ready to “go my own way”
Unless you’re open to accompanying me there,
Let’s embark on a summer of mutual wound healing
We can start this Pamper-Her-Friday if you care….

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A summer’s romance lives. -Rg2

© 2017 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®