remember not more than a week ago you asked me
when I look at you just what do I see
well, here it is, my carefully thought out list
when I look at you Jean
I see a heart that could rival a lion's
the soul of a poet with the added touch of an artist
otherwise you must forgive me for whatever else I may
have indeed just missed
perhaps I would know more if your humming bird's heart
or your lover's lips I had covered with a kiss
but maybe I was terrified of the actual possibility of
all this
for it would let you beyond the confines of my so closely
guarded insecurities
to examine what it is for which I wish
loneliness so often sings an impossibly sweet yet
harshly sung song
how much of it you heard that night I'm still none too
sure but you seemed easily enough able to hum along
though your theory on there being a 'hidden self'
was indeed quite correct
your conclusions were all the more wrong
as I'm sure you now suspect
as unflattering as this may sound my heart is in need
of a genuinely understanding mate
but it does not need solitude to make itself strong
it needs home and hearth, a place to belong
we are a lot alike you and I
this I too will readily concede
but any further than that into my intensely personal
thoughts I would not advise you to read
for my well constructed defenses may very well send
you mentally to your knees
forcing banished breath from your labored lungs
like a brisk unapologetic breeze
leaving you with only yourself but not really yourself
looking at not me but what you want to see
this almost frightening stand still shoves us back
once again to circle around square one and times it
by three
putting the battle yet again long before the war
that has yet to be won
after all isn't it so very clever that we disagree
give me no table to lay my self inflictions upon
and I'll not profit from any injected pun
but nor will I pray to just any deity
I may indeed wish for myself a much happier ending
yet the possible outcome I believe is nearly as
hopeful as it is pending............
(written Aug 8,1992)