passion would be a nice welcome
between you and I
a sweet lift into the surreal
lethargic longing
anesthetized
born with tiny wings
steps offered
by divine guide
so to be taken
such achievement
an unharnessed idea
that proposes groomsmen
of fancy not pride
I revel and reel in your voice's
sad touch
you graze upon my life's moments
that few would even pretend to
accept as such
your fine young mind
pays such sweet homage
to my tender woman's skin
just as through the lenses
of those warm amber eyes
I find I am on the inside
but only further looking in
I lay all warm, limp and lax
in your lovely ideas of me
'the beautiful laughs'
you lay claim to
are merely the barest beginnings
of this ultra incredible we
unshockably enough
birth in a sense
to the others more true life
a tattoo of which
I shan't ever be free
this my dear, dear man
makes you
in a strangely haunting sense
a world that calls to me...........
(April 12, 2000 1240am)