awake
yet still falling
bedazzled
in the gasp of your eyes
why its vertigo for the senses
and by Hamlet
the very maddest of its kind
a chariot of brooked
exultation
were trust to so sensuously
inflate
such magic breeds to burst forth
so beautifully contagious
with countless exhausting
combustion to mate
sweet truth in great waves
washes many of the bitters
that have gone before
practically oceans squared
by the virtue of thine love
alone
lay so abundantly ahead
not even fully imagined yet
to be thus so sailed
entirely too much promise
regales
why every finest need I ever
had
right up to being met
at such a great juncture
of thrilling newness
frighteningly ecstatic
I stand
so beloved upon the precipice
of bloomed feelings
I've only vaguely dreamed of
that is up until this written
pausing
these myths in my mind
seem to have
alas
materialized
to mock me
such tragedy in essence
is the easiest notion
to conclude
monumentally still
that quite literally
such brash thoughts
are but an unsurprising
culmination of life long wishes
surfacing themselves at last
to absorb me...........
(June 27, 1999)