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just beyond the tempted aftermath

the fresh boiling moment is stirred

I hear the gnawing of your name in the

swift calling distance

a faint grinning sound in my heart

that can barely be heard

I can feel the brightness of your watery

smile

as it travels upon the cold shadowed breeze

sweet dulcet pelts of so welcomed rain

for every drought ridden mile

though its slipping corners

I have yet to fully witness

with little or no effort at all

you smoke my most fiery needs

you have been such sweet refuge

for my endlessly searching inner most

self

so come

confide in me your most daring dreams

your doubts

your desires

your fears

and winter ring fires

as to me they are all the same

so then I must long for them too

for as in

'The Truest Of Truths'

they are all

every last aspect and mysterious

absurdity

an equal reminder of you

so be a sport amour

and share them all with me

you'll never regret

such sweet imposition.............

(April 4, 1999)