Warm touch of summer
Green life of spring
Red rivers of my heart
All flowing to white winter
Stolen passion
Spinning endless through this soul
Visioning lips of silken powder
And the though to meet with mine
No breath held longer
No arms held tighter
Than to feel her presence in me
And have that love
That gentle life
So torn from starlit eyes
But my head lies down
Inhales troubled vapors
The breath of steam
Fills my frozen lungs
The heat scalds pain
Like a tear in my soul
The life of my heart
Which sugars my mind
Sweetened to a kiss
Cast on but the air
For the lips aren’t there
No reception but the rain
The showers fall hard
The waters flow red
Trickling down the hole
To ciphon my smiles
And the tears just keep coming
Like the itch that will not quell
My arms, outstrectched
Can hug the wind
But cannot feel complete
Can she hold?
Can she love?
Could it be with me?
A gentle sunshine
Wrapped in bliss
To tender to this heart
So sanguine running
Through these veins
Which cry out in silence
For her to hold me
The comfort of another
The gentle smell
Of a sweet embrace
To tell me all is well...
But alas, it’s all a wish
A daydream, cast of fools
As I pace along the seashore
With the sand beneath my feet
Graining through my toes
As the thoughts grain through my mind
Can she care?
Can I care?
And will she be
That which matters true
For all can cease
And pulse can freeze
If I could hear
That she would be:
Mine.
2-24-98
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