Dear John,

I fall in love with every one that I meet.
Discreet. In the deep chambers
of my brain, you're sweet
to me and my fantasies. So neat,
to not think on your discrepancies. Or greet
you with my honesties. The heat
of a stranger and none of the tragedies. The street
is just a well of possibilities.
I fall in love with every one that I meet.