Roaming around today I found this. At first I dismissed it, until I began to read some of the links. Then it hit me; the first one was very ordinary. Then this came out:
you send me photos of
your skin its colours and forms
draws dew from my lips
I’m still not sure of the last line.
wordwhorse 
That’s very beautiful…what is your name endurogirl?I asked my friend what kind of poetry this was and he said “haiku”…I replied “gesundheit!”
Thanks Iwan Soebardi. Perhaps you’d like to send me a photo as well?
HAIK-U!
Actually what is this poem about, endurogirl?
Iwan, let it wash over you… it’s code for the early morning weather, and how the frost makes things hard at dawn.
The interconnected media draws strange fruit from us all. Skin/sun/ripeness/story.