and your insight has funny handles
but one has to hold onto what he can
he being me
so i hold onto what you have to offer
and your memory
of what i always thought you were
and what you aren't much
to be concerned with
because with that memory
is flavored with kisses that tumbled
out of a dice cup on the hotel sofa
and tasty too
because i want it to be intimate
and filled with make believe
and with the heat of your cheek
against mine
and maybe there is another fantasy
waiting to swim naked across the lake
well the pond that is really a dream
of coral lips puckering
and the thing
one clings to in an obsession with desire
and knowing what you could be
if you could only be
that thought