you speak of such fantastic things
to simply borrow is your take
a truly delicious liberal desire
has become our favorite fashion
yet you practically auction off your lust
at an astonishing rate
such crass measure per rawly quoted unit
could scare mythic heroes
while poised together on the edge of we
know not what
we see a colorful oblivion
staring back
almost impressed by our passionate efforts
oh how it enchantably beckons to the both
of us
come hither in such glorious sparks
your hands torturously itch to lay claim
to such flesh of fact
surreal desire catches your every breath
I can feel your crashing need in my own
traitorous wants
perhaps I am just a tad too wishful in my
excitable perceptions
sometimes I hope
yet all the same
hope not yet
that you are just what you seem
an enigmatic man perched on the very edge of
such enthralling personal discovery
why, in certain moments of the even simplest
sharing
I feel a depth in you that I would gladly ache
for years just to be allowed one heart pounding
instant to know fully
passionately
reverently unhindered
and with your complete participation and highest
bid of tender loving welcome
but should such moment never occur
then this written dedication of lust will have
to do
either way 'tis no matter
for the let down will eventually come
as for me it invariably does
however slim the odds are to the contrary
ah, but never for my plight fret though love
because the trip
(though amazing it has indeed been)
leading to
what shall in the end likely never come to
pass
was (so far at least)
an experience I wouldn't trade a hundred
yet lived life times for
as I truly believe
'The Unconsumated' is our gift...........
(May 11, 1999)