In my wildest dreams

In my wildest dreams
I never thought you'd reply
a lost poet on Neopoet
read by all
but commented upon
like grass
on my head totally bald
though sparse

(hair still glowing)

This is no farce
I searched you in
the streets of Ontario
in Florida
and South America
Argentina,

hoping to find a guy
who only vomits all the time
words like tomorrows wine
bottled in super radiated sunshine
as an elixir
for the forth coming unborn
who have yet to be,
by women borne!!!

I take it the music
those sounds
have chained you all around
and
with no smear of lipstick nor rouge
your love all poets here have found
they relish....too...
but the poetry is recourse
imbibed by a minuscule few
and
one of them is solely
You!!!