By kevin urenda
Date: 16 February 1999

substitutes

Across so many miles
My words are
poor substitutes
but even so
If I could wrap them around you
like my arms I would
always
If I could turn them into a shower
of kisses from these lips I would
right now
and ever more
If my words like flowers
formed a sweet bouquet for you
I would have them delivered
every single day
and twice on Sundays

2/5/99