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the music of my heart

is your unbid able love

its lyrics are your whispered words

I hear your silences

and revel in their pauses

your emotions

how they storm and flood

to make me so aware of me

and this cry of love

where before went unheard

sentiment in its place

is saying simply be

my mind's bitter torment

a branch in your hand

the brimstone of my tangled thoughts

is but Houdini trapped in an inescapable

tank of sweet temptation

struggling within the leather stays

of your own desires enviable corset

you bind me

and drown me

in such sweetly shared need

unapologetic is this

determined want

so fickle is man's usual mussed heart

yet another night of empty longing faces me

without your music

I must somehow endure

strength is a moment

I remember too briefly from my youth

captured in the wake of some slippery

shadowed promise

I pay homage to your freely offered love

as best as I can

in a poem

with such unchoked esteem

that you could deem me

a blind bloody fool

ah, but if I am to be

then please make note

that I wished to be

your blind bloody fool

so, in other words

I offer you

me....................

(Dec. 24, 1999)