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I've thought of nothing but The Back Orchard

since I arrived home late yesterday

surely something can be said for so little that

wasn't said in any memorable way

you know our lives become entwined with but

the catch of one small coined phrase

with just one remote brush of simple skin's touch

the small fire twice felt escalated into a mental blaze

but instincts stampeded hope as my cases were loaded

silently into the car

still, I knew from the hollow pit in my stomach to the muddy toes

of my shoes that you would not let me go far

but you invariably did

so tell me whom now am I trying to kid

myself perhaps, after all you did let me go

to drive myself away doubtful and slow

life is now over as sure as every thing I know

I'm sightless without your eyes

lost in the sound of your voice repeating no!

in my rear view mirror I look up and what do I struggle to see

an almost subliminal flash of a truck's head lights

once

twice

its you begging wait for me!

as I pull over to an abrupt halt at the side of the

road I'm shaken to my very emotional seams

sweat drenches my stricken face

as I set up wide awake in bed now

oh, how I hate these masochistic dreams...........

( written March 19, 1993 )