People need
The earth
The sky
The sun
...
On all the empty
Walls of my home
I’ve put posters
Through my eyes
...
Don’t write me
Pages and pages
Of poetry…
...
Poetry,
You come
To me
When
...
How can you
Smooch a guy
Who rims you?
...
Whatever
Happens
To my hand
At night?
...
Hubby is someone
With whom you can
Talk about everything.
...
Till the time
You keep
Growing
Emotionally,
...
I can’t keep up
With this world’s
Fast pace.
...
I would
Love to
Taste you
Down there
...