Your being
unfolds
in my thoughts
each remembrance
peeling back
another layer
exposing a fresh
untouched pinkness
soft and
moisture filled.
I discover
there's no
listing
for the
ravines and
peaks and
jagged cliffs
of your body
in this
Field Guide to Beautiful Souls.
I cannot key
your existence
and put
its meaning
into a genus
for you are
unlike all things
charted.
You flicker
and morph,
unknown to all
but me--
your patron,
your apprentice.
The knowledge
you promise
seals my lips
as I dissect
and examine
you.

05/22/2002

Posted on 05/22/2002
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