your admirers are unlimited by geography or name, but only by imagination
~for Albert’s wife~ ~~~
the tattoos on my body, a complete list of the seven names^ shared with a heavenly human, who pretends he has no skin in the game
but that is a poem for another time...
you thank me for being a “follower”
unnecessary for your admirers are unlimited by geography or name, (and all the sliced and diced human pieces deem greater than the whole) we are limited only by imagination
whatever name you/I choose, what we/me love about your poems, flora, fauna, the human cuppa, is that you write what your eyes feel, yet, it is I doing the seeing
for that I’ll follow you kicking and screaming, I’ll be your babe in arms