this is to and for my partner in crime
this is also for the part of me that no one
will ever get the chance to fully know
this isn't coming along so easily so
you must give me the curtesy of time
for I have so much to explain
yet for it so little left in me to show
I'm slowly drowning in my own thickened thirst
treading on self pity has to be the absolute worst
how can I do more than scratch out some thoughts
with more than just mere paper and pen
the closing of one door allows the opening of another
filled with feelings yet to begin
my eyes are of a garnished emerald green
my voice loud but carefully modulated
I have a sense of self border lining on that of being
keen
but the quiet inner self of a timid clam
but an almost hysterical sense of humor that can't
be rated
leaving everyone guessing as to just who I am.......
( written Feb 26, 1992 am)