the luster of the soul
a symbolic frock
oh starry starry night of self discovery
moving through enchantment
with the scent of hesitation
seeping all about the yet smooth edges
while mining for love
in once warm chambers
of
another's heart
ever brutal is
the act
that of
falling in love
hmmmmmph
the night dare I say
closes its eyes to such
predictable hem hawing
leaving those in such desperate throes
alone but for their very own recriminations
(written April 29,2005 120 am)