June 14, 2001

  • I can see beyond the limitations which I pose for myself
         the light, your shadow,
             and your delicacy interceding there between.


    But this vision is soundless and shameful
        since I watch but cannot touch,
            I lurk but cannot listen.


    You notice my desperation and hasten to barrage me
         with unrelenting mouthed insistencies,
              while motioning intrepidly
                  salvationary glyphs of meaning.


    And almost can I read your lips,
         as almost surely I would taste those lips,
             if I only I could loose my grip and slip
                 into the light with your shadow.

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