sweet paradox
in shadows grim
there is much too much
flaw on the horizon
of foolish whim
sweet reparte
you captivate gasps
and rain hailstorms of folly
down on all careful conversations
that elapse
though put Mirror to the Mercury
yourself
if you dare
and the evidence of intimacy melts
into free air
all too fast
for chat after all is just chat
so until tomorrow indeed gets here
she has no real past
just like us.....................
( written Aug 28,2004)