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4/21/01
she asked me why I chose her
as we lay beside by the ocean
foggy from disembarking daybreak
sat up befuddled as she kissed me
from the lighthouse
a dreary bell rang out
the dangers of shore
for a dreary sailor 


no thoughts are given
  to the hairballs
  on the stairs
walking down in the darkness
inside the kitchen
  fill a glass 
  with juice
the slider squeaks open
outside
  my favorite chair
sitting in the moonlight
  three thousand 
  miles away
I take a sip and think,
my thoughts 
  they are with you

my meal rests before me
sustenance enough to sustain my body
four food groups and drink
darkness grows on my window sill
as night approaches
sitting here alone my heart grows weak
from the distance between us
(one month to go)

days go by but
no lonely tears in eye
for you are here
Mandy whose voice I love to hear,
a wonderful womanly art
in the gallery of love,
my heart

at last my face begins to rest
at last my feet are curled
    warming on the soft plush carpet
fire for heat
    and light giving character
    in shadows and
        light darknesses
thoughts of the days happenings
fly like sparks
memories of a day adrift
    lazily stream into darkness
    night’s relaxing sooths
    full with sunset’s ease
    the books I’ve never written
    fall from the stars to me

talked to Mandy on the phone
she asked me if I would kiss her

Has she not heard it in my voice
	when I say that I love her?
Has she not seen my love sick dreaming?
Has she not talked deep into
	the night with me?
Has she not sensed the longing
	the desire in my poetry?
Does she not know that I have
	dreamed of kissing her for
	what seems like an eternity and
	if I could kiss her for one half
	that amount of time I would still
	long to kiss her again?

Mandy I love you and will kiss you whenever,
wherever I can even if you don’t brush your
Teeth in the morning


Rain has stopped
The occurrence of
Sporadic heat
Yet in the basement,
Cool and dark,
I lay not wanting to
Move not wanting
To do anything
But to dream of the
Woman I love


How can I explain the way
I love you 
It is like the love of God
My love for nature
My love poetry
My love for beauty
    And indefinable happiness
My endless search for perfection
Instead of ending up in verse
Has been pettily packaged in a woman
Who gave her love to me
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