Bless this day
as the rain stopped...

Resting
on your arm...

Lust electric
throbbing itch...

Surrogate hugs
virtual kissing...

Why didnt you write today
I am all fidgety with dismay...

Twenty fifth november
two thousand twelve...

Plant a seed in Brooklyn
let it grow...

New new
morning kisses...

We now seem fine
but bear in mind...

Hold my hand and
take me someplace new...

Nothing left
in our once love-filled hall...

Life is a cycle of
art poetry and songs...