and now and then a thought that stings
demanding quick decisions.
As for myself, I do prefer
the bits of intuition,
I wonder if you would concur
the awe of recognition
is what speeds up the heart for me
and probably for you,
like angels in a jamboree
each word contains a clue.
So, when that luscious scent blew in
so many months ago,
it planted on my face a grin
this was a soul to know.
A million miles apart, yes Sir,
the pheromones do match,
I gave a poet name to her
a fitting name she’d catch.
She did, and many frosty nights
we wrote those little mails,
and after they turned off the lights
we dreamed delicious tales.
The question is now, dear CS
how soon will you be present
right here, because I must confess
you make the world quite pleasant.
We could, at times resume our fun
and talk about your dogs,
discuss the latest 10 mile run
make poems about frogs.
In closing, may I say I’m mad
that I must have forgotten
your birthday (were you really sad?)
it makes me feel so rotten.
And if you think that you could cheer
me up (which I deserve) ,
then I suggest you be a dear
and use your usual verve.
To prove the point that I did miss
your body and your mind,
I’m sending a ten second kiss
you may reply, in-kind.