I want more than anything.
Possibly need, but not paying
That much attention to my feelings.
Feelings, I miss them. Swelling
Urge inside my chest, burning
Joy of discovery, so many
That have been off for awhile.

What I want, is someone to
Write for. My Constantine, I
Suppose. My own muse, who
Bathes me in loving glances and
Tender touches. Someone to kiss,
God I miss kissing. All
That I once grew weary of
I now miss. All I want is
Someone to kiss, I can handle the rest.

07/08/2002

Posted on 07/08/2002
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