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do you love my bloody shards

aren't they rather pretty

once they are washed

clean is such a vague

yet wanting term

why, some dishes don't even

get the true joys of clean

yet houses of light

clean up the dark alleys

that are forever littered with

homeless spirits

and old renovated buildings

tend to try to pass themselves off

as safe houses for the abused

dwindling focus

oh, how I miss you so!

you remind me more and more of

Heaven

where it seems like I could reach

for you for like ever and ever

and likely never even get to touch

your smallest insignificant pinky

finger

as I am but dust

embracing your every day furniture

such feigned importance

only further argues

with all these so very

argue less doubts

that dispatch a monumental misery

like cookies

handed out freely to the already dead

can you smell the sorrow baking

why do I feel like I've found you

too late

you are the milk I've been longing for

all day to drink

but you act like you are only hours away

from going out of date

oh, how I do so long for your nearness

its almost too unbearable to show

you are Georgia O'keefe

and I am but your most pitiful landscape

who fears you will not paint me

you could make chains themselves

ache for the finest links among the many

shackles in which to better imprison your

patched poignant words

and that's all that I truly have of you

you know

your words

just your beautiful unassuming words

the children in your mind

that's all I'll ever have

shared haunted memories

that cleverly blemish the wants in your

very soul

painting it as a blended masterpiece

made

it would seem

to accompany mine

and now

we both truly know

that we are milelessly blessedly

but quite inexplicably intertwined

oh, how I need you so very much

just to sit and think

while breathing in your scent

to know

that where ever I choose to make my

entrance

your eyes will immediately look for

me in the room

in any room!

and all your beautiful hallways

will call my name to your mind

ever so gently

as I tentatively approach

their carefully manicured stairs

and beg you ever so sweetly

to please turn on your hidden

night light

just for me

so to let my so very weary love come

floating in now

just sit back

with your eyes closed and allow it to

seep ever so warmly into you

like a packaged mystery

of such surreal delight

we've done this so many times before

so, don't let me trip over the end tables

as this isn't the end

this is our middle

and its a good enough place to start

wouldn't you agree

LISTEN!!

the years up ahead

they aren't laughing at us

they are applauding us

why, can't you hear it

its becoming a deafening roar

it sounds like a standing ovation

oh, how I love you so!

Don't you know

only courage attracts true courage

so, what on our heaven's own earth

are we waiting for?

hell to freeze over

or perhaps

January 2001

well, I for one

certainly hope its the

latter of the two...........

(Aug. 14, 1999)