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Monday, November 12, 2007



How about some love poetry?

Right now I am so desperate for your touch
That I can barely speak, let alone write a thing.

I could walk out the door into the hallway
And scream with such ferocity
the neighbors might think
I have taken leave of my senses.

When I think of food,
Nothing compares
to how I savor you.

When I contemplate delightful vision,
You are the only vision in eyes.

I love all music,
But there is no sound better than your voice.
I await every telephone call,
And lead you
with questions,
Just to hear
the timbre of your talk, which I adore.

Nothing makes me sadder than a bad connection.

Oh! Baby! I love your smell.
Intoxicated and pathetic, I make the bed,
And fluff the pillows.

I do so expecting the redolence of you.
When you are gone,
Even after a day or two,
And your aroma is lost I am lost, too.

At wits end, I circle the bed,
And pace the bedroom floor, like some pet
Whose master has not returned home,

I am frantic without the fresh smell of you.

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