Warm thanks
Fly through
The air
Hoping to spread
Love
Not disease

You give me your
love in fragments. All night
I drink the May moon.

It is hot, it is cool.
I cannot catch the fireflies
in your dark tresses.

Will it go like the entire
life to find the completeness
splattered in half words?

I like worrying a little because it keeps me on my toes and helps me not to take things for granted.

The punishment of over-indulgence
       Collection of dripping
              hinderance of connectivity
    I thought, maybe it seemed like it
Not enough rest,
        With family meetings
    Intimate in normal day happenings
  Surprising hilarities..
    Endearments, ‘goodbye, twinkle star’
   Warming, sort of remembered
  Being again, like things again happening
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