I.
Words just uselessly come to mind when I think of how I've abused the language I hold dear. The tongue that flashes and wags before me in mockery of my poetry in motion. Filmy pink seeing through the lies into the night, figuring the hurt into the sleep running through my mind in escape.

II.
Wishing upon a star never amounted to much until the stars reflected in your eyes when you turned to gaze upon me. Smoldering silence as the trees swayed a sweet melody for our yearning ears.

III.
Questioning our sanity as we left all sense behind and animal instincts took over hunger burning our greatest desires into bright orbs of firey passion. The grass beneath our feet held heaven ringing in our minds as the soft tufts weighed like clouds in our imaginations.

It wasn't until the pinkish tinge seered my face as the morning sun rose that I realized I was in love.

07/29/2000

Posted on 05/01/2003
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