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these exchanges with you

such sweet refuge

the rush fumbles in

and carries me in humbled gaff

through the deluge

its nice to be able to say I Love You

and know that alas its okay

such freedom speaks for that of which

the stifled soul could not convey

where do we go from here my dear

to a deeper level of affection

a place beyond breath, age, experience

or eyes

that see not all so clear

as you or I

A trip one day soon

I can hope will surely come to pass

a meeting along the recent future's way

with each of we

standing before the curious other

one scenario comes to mind

you'll call me Baby Baby

and hug me soundly to your frame

and that

I shall for now hope will at least be

offered to me

in a not so distant time......

(June 30,2000 5am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

again a crush on the same older gentleman.

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