I didn’t know you were a poet. I love your poem. It wasn’t until the second reading and the label “season” that I realized the poem wasn’t about a fight between two lovers which ended end a make up that gave one tingles on his neck…I’m sure that was a little descriptive, but that is what I thought of when I read. Yes, I have a dirty mind….But, you have a great poem because the fact that a person can take two meanings from it defines it as true poetry….I just wish that I could be such a poet.

or at least attending some poetry slams in the old city.