Cheesecake, Love and You.

Your love for cheesecakes,
my love for you.

I like holding on to somethings,
you have ample of them,

Thanks to cheesecakes.
Your uterus hurts?
What the doctor says?

"Shed some weight?"
Oh no....how much?

Like 180 pounds?

Gosh, you can't eat cheesecakes?

What will happen to your treasure cellulites?
What will happen to your darling derriere?

You love cheesecakes, I love you.

There goes your cheesecakes, there goes my love.

August

"Dispersed among million stars",

like ubiquitous cicadas,

my thoughts swarm around you.

Around, inside, outside you.

“August and everything aftrer"?


Even the very next morning,
I woke up moaning,
my sheet soaked in sweat.

sweat of my own, mine alone.

Every wall.
Of course, all the four

and the ceiling and the floor.

The floor, we make love on million times,
swirled round and round my head –
a whirlpool of DC photos.,

you so tactfully clicked on
incessant
craftily avoiding, us being together
even in auto mode.