My small child part --
(the part that misses
fruity cereal flavored milk)
it does not understand
those feelings of longing.
It sleeps and plays and
frolics alone.

A smell wakes me from
childhood. I am lonely.
Leather and old cologne and
sweat. I can feel the
strength of the presence.
The memory and anticipation of
desires -- I sigh and wait, knowing
what I've never known before.

The part of me which will end
this life knows the answer --
will I get my cowboy? Will
I be swept away? I need it.
The wide hat and tough
boots make sensations creep
through my heart and groin
and eyes -- feeling I've never known.

The current part of me
is looking -- weeding through
thousands. I'm looking
for the beautiful city boy
with bad habits I want to hate
and a permanent scent of leather.

        Amazing grace
        How sweet the sound
        that saved a wretch like me
        I was once was lost
        but now I'm found
        Was blind
        but now I see.

Lord, deliver my James Dean
Bring him to me -- to
take me and overtake me.
I can already feel his body.

12/28/2000

12/28/2000

Posted on 02/20/2009
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