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Sunday, November 20, 2005


Finally yours

Greek goddess that you are
I am captured, enraptured
by the sultry soul that
elicits from your eyes.
I trace each plain of your face
your cheekbones
the cleft of your chin
I am possessed and perplexed
by the need to discover you
over and over again.
I could watch you move
through a crowd across a room
from here until eternity
and never tire of the almost
snake-like jut and thrust of your hips
I am ensorcelled by your
nearly mythical physical beauty
and your voice calls up
emotion I buried long ago.
Your heat thaws me
your lifebeat is my muse
you hold me close and I awaken
at last, at last,
relief, breath, hope, light is mine
and I am yours.

Saturday, November 19, 2005


Mirrors

Reflections of memory in the mirrors of time
Thoughts of past invading solitude of mind

Questioning the depth of self
Doubting the brains wealth

Answers seem so close at hand
Frustration lives where I stand

Soon enough I will know
Far to late for where I’ll go

Choices were consciously made
Subconsciously they leave me afraid

Friday, November 11, 2005


I BLAME....

I blame you for this.
It’s clearly your fault.

With your piercing black eyes
And your lopsided grin
And your sexy black hair
And your tall, slim frame
And those stupid jeans…
…Which fits in all the right places.

Sitting here, I think back to the first time I saw you.
Five weeks and two days ago (but who’s counting?).
And every day on the elevator, I’d stare at your back,
Trying to work up the courage to say something.

I did once, remember?
I asked what floor you wanted
And you told me the fifth
And my heart started racing
And I nearly passed out
And I smiled the rest of the week…
…Simply because I’d heard your voice.

Imagine my shock when I saw you at the coffee house.
I didn’t know what to do; how was I to proceed?
Immediately to hide between the Arabian Mocha Java and the Yukon Blend, as it turned out (I wasn’t even there for coffee).

It didn’t work, you saw me anyway.
And to my horror you started up a conversation
And to my astonishment, I actually responded
And somehow you made me feel comfortable
And I thought I was dreaming when you asked me out…
…So of course, I said yes.

So, here we are now, in a restaurant, on a date.
I don’t understand what’s happening to me, why I’m actually talking.
I’m so nervous, I don’t even know if I’m being coherent, what with this stupid inner-monologue running through my head.

I thought I’d accepted how socially inept I am
And I’d resigned myself to never meeting anyone
And I was OK with that
And so I never expected you to talk to me
And I never expected you to smile and laugh at my lame jokes…
…Which confuses me to no end.

Because I’ve really never felt this way before
And I don’t know what to expect next
And it scares me that I can’t predict anything
And I feel like everyone’s staring, and that my world’s caving in
And I blame you entirely for this…
…For making me so damn happy.

Saturday, November 05, 2005


MY MUSIC

You are my flute
The instrument of my soul
Placing my lips on the mouth hole
I tune you knowing there is no need
The music we make together is already perfect