i write this, thinking
wouldn't it be weird if
someone actually wanted
to read this poem
someone
as in about 300 someones
somoene who would be inerested
in the sound of the ice against
the glass as i walk up the stairs
to this computer
the taste of the scotch
as i pine away for you
or maybe it is just for you
to read and know what thought
i am wrapped up into tonight
Exquisitely done!
Starward