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I too am with the night

but not so as you would think

the night for me is a haven

a friend that fosters even

my least fruitful deed

the morning makes her way

sleepily through my night sky

leaving want and thought

to linger in the wayward throes of

an eager surrender of the self

and  this surrender that I speak of

has no earmarks of any particular man

par say

but for the intersections of those

I happen upon as they construct their

cross roads to my future's frame of flaws

I am in essence those very words

I revere to convey

a poet in the throes of her very life's

gentle sway

and you have happened upon me

mid thought

needing the support of your very own words

to bolster this feeling for me you

feel such need to, in so much as say

yes, I do believe you feel you really do love me

but is it a love for who I really am?

as yet, how can that be

as you hardly yet know me

or a want to love who you feel I really am

from the minimal scraps you have been

given a glimpse of me  through my critique, poems

and letters written to you

in response to your out pouring of

romantic happy fervor

casting for me a man who see's himself as

my long lost love

when in actual fact you must realize

I can likely only be

a very good and dear sort of friend

this, I felt was wise to

relay to you

as this night holds final hands

with the dawn

as such 'Warm Waters Of Question'

beckon forth to the breaking day.......

(Aug. 3, 2009 445am)