Kitsch

Well I miss you
and love you too
with words that have
just one sound each.

and I like the
curve of time a
look from you brings,
fair, skin-hued peach

and the taste of
some thing near love
that is there near
by in my reach.

and a mind that
has all the facts
and loves me though,
this is all kitsch.

(Feb. 28th)

and my words do
go much to far.
I am not here
to stand and preach.