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such fleeting grace

a wiser man's last choice

we sneak around guilt's own chair

in the darkened den of your desire

I pound my mind

so restless

that you have labeled such quandary in me

apprehensive maneuvers

I take your nonchalant cues apart

you in turn throw up riddles to back my

gentle seeping into your ransacked soul

I seem to scare the you that hides behind

the facade

you mask with another name

but the sweet, sweet attraction remains

unslipping

you flip flop about in dire attempt to recognize

a door as a door

and not a clever brick wall disguising itself like

before

you flood channels with disassembled information

am I getting to know you or a you, you once were

but really no longer are

I don't believe that even you truly know

your lure is deeply infatuated with my easy ability

to intoxicate

my high, you find addicting

our thoughts are old lovers

they weave you and me into an intricate us we can't

deny

two marriages near ruin

in the ash of our own twisted memories heart ache

even that doesn't seem to matter all that much

anymore

for melded is our souls

a blended essence of a not so neatly swept up fate

bounds us enchantingly together

there for

we strive

to keep what

we've found

in a word or two

each other.........

(Dec. 10, 1999)