Beach at Eveningtide



Of course I still love you, J.


I want to see you at the end of my days.


But I'm kinda caught up with being in China at the moment.


So I wrote you a poem, in Chinese of course.


It's the first thing I've written that's more than a few characters long.


Maybe my word order is wrong any my brush strokes rudimentary, but it is for you.


So when you supply me with your new address, I can send it to you.


Anyone reading this who's not the particular J in question: don't be gelatinous!
If you are lustfully jellyous, I've probably already written you one, but it needs sending.
And you can always write me a poem of your own and then demand I repay you with great interest.