Your clothes are packed and stored away,
My own where yours had been...
I love you now, but people change.
I understand this may sound strange...
A secret Love...
Blank empty Post cards that can never be written...
Happy, excited, joyful, and great.
These are the words that make bad words await...
I met him and he met me,
This is really a love story...
Be your vitamins
who will make you strong...
Trains..
Waiting for the London train, I did so many times...
Pamper me with your poetry,
whisk me away into a foreign land...
You extol the way I contemplate cellular...
My avarice, you decry me as a coherent lover...
If this flirting is more than spontaneous fun,
I'd be overjoyed in silence because I'm afraid...
I gazed at the sky, wishing for
the clouds to shower your name...
If lips were unique like
snowflakes and fingertips...