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I have a new lover

he's sweet and meaty

and frankly as a lover he cant' be beaty

he's carefree wild and an egg head at times

he makes me stop short and think before I spout

off my next lines

he speaks quickly and quietly

and I'll hear his words forever

he makes flight of fancy seem a realistic

endeavor

his presence and humor strike a harmonious chord

in me of laughter and utter surprise

he makes me feel lovely new born and vibrantly

alive

through his eyes I see myself in a soft and

fashion less way

knowing that in the end I don't have a hefty

piper to pay

I can't eat I can't concentrate

my sleep is not the best

when I finally fall into my bed

I dream of the

I do not rest

I love him in my dreams many times and more

how does one step out of a dream and walk

through reality's door

on what basis is the concept of love made

when you can't make someone love you

love is given freely

not earned nor paid

my analytical thoughts become scattered in utter

disarray

sometimes I just want to throw up my hands

and say, " Oh what the Hey!"

what marks the beginning of the beginning of the

end

and which of the two does my mellowed out mind

choose to comprehend

let me think this over

and I'll have to get back to you

ah, let's say in oh, an eon or two......

(written Dec29,1990)