Poetic Postcards

Poetic Postcards...

Love so childish,
the tender action-
your bewilderment
at my reaction.
Yes, I call it love
though I mean
devotion, eternity,
us forever.
I revel often
in my sappy foolishness.
I trace my straying thoughts,
I wonder
love or attachment,
all of the above?
I have a fear...
I understand impermanence,
yet I need you
if only as a memory,
or the friendly phone call,
someone to write to
a stack of midnight letters
that are overwhelming
but feel so normal
until I reread their intensity
and darling, I'd quell myself
my passion if I could,
but I can't
and I won't
and this is right,
and it's only miserable
when I don't send you
these poetic postcards
I constantly write...


Anika, I hope that answers your question about the 'boy'...

Yoomi