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the evening mishap is over

the friendship of old is crushed

my face is utterly aflame

my body sexually flushed

I am so ashamed

who are we this so special love

to have maimed

I love you stupid

that will never change

even though you look at me now on a different level

or range

you somehow ceased to love me

(fat Micci)

you loved the new body that had taken the place of

the old

I knew this the minute we met again

I didn't need to be told

I fully enjoyed our little Tuesday evening

trist

when we laughed, loved, talked, held and later

kissed

how can I describe what your confession meant to

me

a great hole in my life that night was filled

yet when the evening ended

a few of my pent up tears had indeed spilled

I love you Stevie Scott

it will never go away

we are in each others blood

a private act in our very own play..........

(written March 25, 1988)