- Mikka Mi Amor
- Cover Image to Foreword
- Poems 1 through 10
- Poem 1 (7) -- What can a poem do?
- Poem 2 (9) -- I love my wife more
- Poem 3 (11) -- I get my inspiration from a muse.
- Poem 4 (13) -- Last night you and I did some kissing,
- Poem 5 (15) -- I have a muse
- Poem 6 (17) -- My teacher never told me
- Poem 7 (19) -- Throughout the ages,
- Poem 8 (21) -- So what if my verse is corny.
- Poem 9 (23) -- Leapfrog
- Poem 10 (25) -- You are like a poem to me–
- Poems 11 through 20
- Poem 11 (27) -- You fog up my glasses,
- Poem 12 (29) -- You shouldn’t fall in love with what you begin;
- Poem 13 (31) -- If you want to know
- Poem 14 (33) -- I hope I never forget the bliss
- Poem 15 (35) -- My girl’s like a terrier.
- Poem 16 (37) -- When my baby feels sick
- Poem 17 (39) -- In her bathroom lair,
- Poem 18 (41) -- I do
- Poem 19 (43) -- What can I do to be more romantic?
- Poem 20 (45) -- Sometimes my bones feel like dancing.
- Poems 21 through 30
- Poem 21 (47) -- Do you remember when we went to Vegas?
- Poem 22 (49) -- There’s something nebulous about us–
- Poem 23 (51) -- There’s been a problem at home
- Poem 24 (53) -- I missed you last night
- Poem 25 (55) -- Last night was my birthday dinner.
- Poem 26 (57) -- Quick, look up! What do you see?
- Poem 27 (59) -- (The Blank Poem–Mikka’s Favorite)
- Poem 28 (61) -- Against you I like to rub.
- Poem 29 (63) -- Yesterday I didn’t feel much like writing poetry.
- Poem 30 (65) -- I’ve got my web cam on you.
- Poems 31 through 40
- Poem 31 (67) -- Let’s play monkey together!
- Poem 32 (69) -- You didn’t get a poem yesterday.
- Poem 33 (70-71) -- I hate poetry.
- Poem 34 (73) -- Some say I write really bad poems.
- Poem 35 (75) -- I’ve got to get the meanness out of my head,
- Poem 36 (77) -- When I'm late to work
- Poem 37 (79) -- I don't know anything.
- Poem 38 (81) -- I like it when my baby’s naked.
- Poem 39 (83) -- your purple hair
- Poem 40 (85) -- Mi amor, tengo algo que decirte–
- Poems 41 through 50 + Afterword
- Poem 41 (87) -- If you happen to be a friend of Freud
- Poem 42 (89) -- Here is a little something odd but new–
- Poem 43 (91) -- It’s Sunday morning and the countdown has begun–
- Poem 44 (93) -- My paradise would not exist without her
- Poem 45 (95) -- If I were a rockstar,
- Poem 46 (97) -- Love is less about what’s inside our hearts
- Poem 47 (99) -- Hit me with poetry!
- Poem 48 (101) -- When you lie naked on the bed
- Poem 49 (103) -- When we’re together,
- Poem 50 (from page 107) - When the lights are down low
- Afterword
