malignant is
this tumor
called you
that strangles
my tender heart
you are a battle
to be made
in the field of chance
where will such stream lead us
through vallys of intrigue
and ravines perhaps of countless questions
will the conflict of self doubt ever be
breached
can this compound clearly marked attraction
bear the brunt of a full out
no holds barred
confrontation
somehow I suspect
the war will never truly be over
but the battle will have its sweeter
moments
when looking through the eyes of all
we could do
lucky for us
love is tranquility and peace
not ammunition
carelessly used up
to be lobbed at the other
like some weaponry
without even minimal thought
to such actions consequence
perhaps that is why I love saying
I LOVE YOU to you
as such admittance
feeds some small something in me
creating something lovely upon something
that only stood before
destroyed and desolate
my heart...
(July10,2000 1030pm)