PA: Ok. To dispel that amusing allegation of me being Mero (don't do it lol) and to also take a crack (!) at this poetry faggotry, I will now post chez nous.

Love

by PA

You and me, L.
I point at you
and see me
as I point at me too
I make a
heart in the air
and you smile - Hi!

Suddenly, my stomach
rumbles. Stupid stomach.
No, PA. Stupid you.

I leave you now my love
as I purge myself
of deep-fried battered,
black-corn peppered chicken
and cold, stale fries with
Coke to match.

May I never see you again.