The moment I saw you,
I saw my dream cavalier in debut...

In a forlorn night with the pouring rain
City lights of doom and laughter of people in vain...

A December night
With two souls...

I sensed a warning sign
Before he could even speak...

I remember
When I used to not be able...

He was a flesh embodiment
Of Rothko's art...

Bittersweet
His lips were...

I loved a man
named after Charles Bukowski...

Two years and still counting
Of weeping and thinking...

My lips haven't stopped saying your name
Since the last time you kissed it...

Dear
If you may not know...