To touch your heart,
for I've a care
to run my fingers
through your hair.
To brush your lips
with my own lips,
to part your lips
and then tongue-kiss.
You say Thai-men
do not kiss so.
Thai-lady my tongue
is English, y'know !
DIAGNOSIS: A DREAMER
The doctors say I've got it bad,
the nurses cry "How sad, how sad,
he's a romantic, that is for sure,
draw the blind, there is no cure."
My head upon the pillow I lie,
of this disease I am bound to die,
don't bring me fruit or the latest news,
let me wallow in my love-struck blues.
"Who was it did this?" people ask,
as the nurse applies the oxygen mask,
and though my life I'll one day lose,
I will forever love the poets' Muse.