(1)
garlic will be burned you said
need more cooking wine you suggested
i said love is meant to be strong, burning, with no artificial aid.
(2)
yes i hung your clothes high
while you bury them into your bag
i will make you ginger tea and pour you wine.
(3)
could I consume my melancholy like your eating an acorn?
i did not mean to pick it up from your tree
but it grew into my pillow and sheet.
(4)
do you love me?
you said i do
but i already know I DO
(5)
autumn pen executed me
you pitied with love poetry
but can I strut across the street to see the so-called people now?
(6)
the pony was born and died
which blue jay left and stopped by?
robert frost is still in his love quarrel with the world
(7)
had the war fire baked an apple pie or a crab cake yet?
fingers print my cooking book
craving for a ladle of Euphrates' water without red.
(8)
i had to get mad at you one more time
so that i could run out of the steam of zeus' spleen
but, you said, hera's splin is much worst
garlic will be burned you said
need more cooking wine you suggested
i said love is meant to be strong, burning, with no artificial aid.
(2)
yes i hung your clothes high
while you bury them into your bag
i will make you ginger tea and pour you wine.
(3)
could I consume my melancholy like your eating an acorn?
i did not mean to pick it up from your tree
but it grew into my pillow and sheet.
(4)
do you love me?
you said i do
but i already know I DO
(5)
autumn pen executed me
you pitied with love poetry
but can I strut across the street to see the so-called people now?
(6)
the pony was born and died
which blue jay left and stopped by?
robert frost is still in his love quarrel with the world
(7)
had the war fire baked an apple pie or a crab cake yet?
fingers print my cooking book
craving for a ladle of Euphrates' water without red.
(8)
i had to get mad at you one more time
so that i could run out of the steam of zeus' spleen
but, you said, hera's splin is much worst