Running thoughts like water
Is flowing off my fingers,
It taste sweet like a candy cane of Santa’s sack.

My pen bleeds sugar
And I know it’s all because of your smile,
I’ve wrote poetry even without a rhyme.

My palm releases warmness,
I’ve written words from my lips
As remembering your sweet embrace.

If only I could dance,
I would love to do that
But all I do is to write with a pen on my hand.

My mind is singing lively
While hugging your gift Teddy
In the middle of the night while everyone’s asleep.

In my blank notes under my lampshades,
I am writing a poem for you,
A poem talking about your greatness.

I have lots of masterpieces in my pocket,
All thanks to you as my fuel,
I’ve written books because of you and only you.

Velcro does not work
Scotch tape doesn't either
I've drowned my sorrows
in ashes and ether
In life people come and go
at their leisure
Ask how you are, hope you're well
They mean neither

Not sure if you're hungry, but
here's every word you just said

I will spoon-feed you each profanity as you lay in your bed

Let them set your bloodstream ablaze and go straight to your head

You can eat my words too because I'm overfed

I will try to write
as often as I can she said
sounding as though some grand letter
would arrive through the post
in her best copper plate script
but she actually meant
that she would text
an off the cuff half arsed
comment on the state of her life
at that actual moment
accompanied by pictures
if I was lucky
I almost told her not to bother
but then if I did
I'd probably never hear
from her at all