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he whispered endearingly

you are going to be putty in my hands

clay to my potter's wheel

and I loved him all the more

with my reply of

why, I want to be a part of your hands

the shifting sands that scatter across

your soul

and I am going to fill you to the rafters

of our future log home

with the incredible depth and width and

grace of my love

ah, sweet, sweet image

how you bring me to my love's tender best

as you are my Don Quiote' and I your

breathless Dulcinea

we are two husks of the same lone standing

stalk of wheat

flourishing in a forgotten field of seamlessly

dead weeds all around us

blessed has been the sun that stands

shining upon our miraculous growth........

(Jan. 18,2000)