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such passion

such flame

in these focused two

how can there be

so much shame

it must come with the

undeniable weight of

one's guilt

harvested regret

you might even say

bottled up far too quickly

there for all who care to

ingest or try

a tester bottle if you will

upon the darkest counter of dread

dread which stands for the matter

at hand

the matter of which I can't seem

to let go

poor, poor love

so utterly mystified

in its most general sort of

feeling

is there no cure

only prayer

I think I'll fall to my knees

later tonight alone

where nobody can see nor hear me

but the all mighty himself

his rain falls freely upon

even my smallest fear.............

(Jan. 8, 1999)