Love Letter

Invade me

Not for profit

But for love

I am aware

Of my beauty

But I have much more

That demands attention

 

Jeoffry

What is that

That I see

Between my legs

It is neither smooth

Nor appreciative

And is quite rapacious in its behaviour

It is also a good friend

Who stays with me

During my moments of need

 

Shared

In the wind

I hear the poems

Lost in time

These poems

Will forever haunt us

 

Autobiography

I will never write about myself

As I am too fucking boring