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i,

suffocated by

your mere presence

butterflies continue

to wing in my abdomen

‘til i can no longer pretend



you

contaminate my system

blur my conviction

and wane my discretion



words

are hardly spoken

they are seeking

for your contentment

bliss, ecstasy

and endearment



fool me dear

i will be meek

tell me lies

and i will believe



for there is no word

as sweet as yours

and your lips will never

utter a word that

i will not believe

everything you say

is deemed divine



  for as long as my

  love for you survive















written 01/13/2003