In these past few months,
Seldom were our reunions...

A women's bed is a sacred place,
On it the only men allowed are...

This is a response to Alicia's poem a Girlfriend's...
Dear heavenly father full of grace...

Small children
Screaming like...

Steam whistles out
of the pot, tea...

Collect for me all the empires of this world,
Be it empires of nations or commerce...

In other worlds I roam while sitting,
Walking across galaxies in a single footstep...

Love is Mount Everest,
But easy none the lest...

Mind, it is not to be controlled
but controls the rest...

Penne noodles, pesto, peas, and garlic bread,
My new favorite dish, not of food but of memories...

I must leave you
but I, like a trout will find my way home...

If this is love,
then i love it...