So this first poem is probably from when I was like 20.
So brace yourselves.
"Brunch.
If you are a flower, then you are growing in me gardens.
I love your sincerity like Saturday if it is a flower too.
And those mornings, I'll bring you
bouquets of the weeks, even Monday with its tinny stare
and Tuesday's pearls, which radiate
in the presence of your orange juice.
We abscond into the street for dancing.
And in dancing, we walk all Paris all over.
I look forward to the Eiffels of your kisses.
The Eiffels are your kisses.
I like them more than space, my love.
I love you more than space.
Gallery-- oh, galleries-- galaxies
are just hollow dreams peppered with the likeness of your eyes.
And when you see me, my words are all a jumble in my mouth.
You always help me out.
You tell me with the universe how to echo forever."
All right, baby Yanyi.