THE BIG MAYBE

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JOURNAL #9

to redefine what the immediate future should be

I find myself doing it yet again

losing at the initial game before I'm even given

the chance to play let alone maybe even win

inexperience fathers yet another foolish whim of

vice and visual sin

and the odds begin to work against me at the rate

of a thousand to ten

oh, if only a small unreserved corner of his twice

truly touched heart I could somehow manage the strength

to pin

I would happily find myself immersed in the power of his

awe inspiring love and discover that maybe my secretly

guarded urgings were able after all to pierce his

tender yet steel toned skin..........

(written Dec. 26, 1992am)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

from some romance novel.

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