You were barren of insecurities
bolder than I dared to be,
and more beautiful
made so by confidence
born of the certainty of solitude
and constant income.
You envied my rhythm.
I covet your composure,
and comfort with intimacy.

Your capacity for passion
exceeds the threshold of inhibitions.

My talent is for intellect alone
and does not extend to expression.

05/03/2006

Posted on 05/03/2006
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