across your klepari sour

because of pene I made a poem about Lennier from this thing. And it's far more lovely than the story ever was:

all love
do trusted her
world, Delenn And now
Do Without hesitation. And, again intrigued by allowing myself
to me.
huge and Captain or a Centauri
label. I be
because
there And
knocks my pike as
he says,
reaching up, there, is you the same as
yours and my hand. across your klepari sour.

A sad poem about Tom Glavine:

Where it must be, on the plexiglass
cab medallion.
You focus, although Dan said. wondering if
you here about
the door, and mean it, was having
great you can
I Lisa
calling Charlie he hear the
mention of . the
mistake he
sat down
and Casey
came to the city still here to a
backpack on the security guy with instinct,
was having
trouble already
missed New
York, Dan turned
around Really.
want you, want a
game the winter
solstice.

and a sad sad poem about poor John and Aeryn:

Not like a Peacekeeper, Aeryn
I wish Because she
looks
like No, she mutters to say, We talked about
going back home? you And he smiles.
Sorry, No, John, Hey,
Aeryn. says. because he wants
to throw a metal
screw cap and feel like a
wrench on the am sorry,
No, Crichton says.
I miss Never
knew her.


Never knew her indeed.

sort of pants

Pulls Away To Hold the White House, a gay poem about Josh

I need the face.
happening, Josh? Josh hard
enough before, a rumor, he wishes
he always, sort
of pants and
he pulls away to hold the White House, over
her like men The
Sixers myself, to come,
back. then do something
now, Okay, he
lets his hand clenches
his heart down I am Right. Sure,
President told you, want a
million times, Could have
I. really meant that, gonna
tell when he loves Sam, kiss
him and tell
whoever gonna be able
to know they
did.