ok for now. How bliss is this?
How far from where I was am I?
She and I have been talking on
the typical, the topical, and the tropical.
Where is this conversation going?
While wicked wild sweat is flowing?
When you can’t stand the pressure anymore
When you cannot bear even one more touch
This is a variation on deprivation…
Loving less, wanting more…having too much.
I don’t mind; I don’t even ask anymore, why,
I’m nothing but a spark in her eye sometimes.
Until she sends me up like a flare, and I am light.
Bringing lightning flash day across the sky at night.
8.3.2006
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