THE SPACE OF THE AFRAID*

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JOURNAL #35

this is

'The Space Of The Afraid'

be it weary be it wrong

we claw at each other

just to get to the in between

the layers of elation

spill their greed

for flesh meeting

eager flesh

at last

and love planting

its growing seed

we are near corporate raiders

of such privately purring stock

two personal vendettas nearly

ogling each the other

in such gorgeous glee

without care or

need of the time

read on the clock

indifference only impedes

the progress of such experience..................

(Oct. 1, 2009 914am)










Author's Notes/Comments: 

contemplating a multitude of aspects of the man who has captured my enchantment and myself getting to know each other. Early on for me it was not always so very clear. Beautiful always but not so very clear. This poem was just the poet in me trying to work things out for myself so to make better sense of things.

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