What lies between us is more than mere distance,
an expanse of silence, where mokita dwells
the tacit truth.
And I blame you,
for this feeling escapes my command on my language altogether,
And quite nearly my command on emotion too.
So this must amount to more than my torchluspanik,
my fear of being left here
drowning in the wake of my ambition.
Still I harbor too much hope tonight to push you away,
as is my custom with many,
too much to say for there to be a better way.
(A forced rhyme, double entendre and a missed opportunity)
What would you have had me say,
since we were to speak our minds?
That I want to breathe you in,
Let my hands move of their own volition
tracing the little scars on your back with my fingertips,
and henceforth look to you for manumission.
In terms of simple gestalten,
what use can this supple, scented skin
and the softest hair cut to your favored style be to me
if not employed to some greater purpose of appreciation.
I would only that I knew where I stood in your measure,
and that some words of yours were what set me to shivering now
and not this profound fear.
For what will you make of me now?
Though my words have failed me...
The fragile empty beats of things yet left unsaid
shall speak volumes for me,
carry seven states away
so that you may think of me in the space between...
For I have found something I want.

09/01/2002

Posted on 09/01/2002
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