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its laughable, almost complete I mean imagine, the very

possibility of me

someone who constantly stares but still she can never truly see

you know the very first time I saw him ever

I could feel the possibility of passion in his cool, stark, stare

it was like heat from a winter's stove fire put off by an emergency flare

red hot within its own intensity yet sweet and tangy to

the taste

there's a feeling of powerlessness in most mutual attraction

that often cant be traced

and so our lives go on

submerged beneath  the knowing of the warmest part of

one's heart

gut instinct tells me that the beginning doesn't always

preclude the bitter end

it all tends to depend on just where you choose to start

sometimes I feel shaky like I'm not really here

to the careful eye I'm only a shadow of myself and its about

to dry up and disappear

crying has become my constant current company and

constructed career

a fascinated feeling of crippling hopelessness grips my otherwise

classic good cheer

and his observation of the true new me I somehow do not

hide from nor even fear

instead I hold his steady stare that something still and cold inside

me gently keeps whispering that I'm a face painted fool

and that if I don't soon tell him the truth

in full color detail

my silence to this chemistry will not only

be cowardice but cruel............

( written July 1, 1992 pm)