Our Moment In Time

What will happen when you come out, my love?
Two people who can't be together,
because of the worlds they are from,
and the worlds they live in,

but an undeniable love;
a special closeness;
a comfort zone;
a bond beyond comprehension.

No one loves you more.
No one else can care for you better.

Someone else can party with you.
Someone else can drink a beer with each you guzzle.
Someone else can share hits off of your joint.
Someone else can match you line for line.

I can't.

I hurt;
hating these things you do to your body,
and mine,
but I see your soul!

I look into your eyes and I see your soul.

I can appreciate each smile like no other.
I can feel each unreleased tear like no one.
I want your touch like no one else's.

What will happen when you come out, my love?

Hold me straight through.
Let's not let it end.
Let's eternalize the elation--
our one moment in time.

June 14, 1998

Scattered Thought III

Every day, I work hard.
When I finally come home,
at the end of such an exhausting day,
I am alone--
Not just by definition--
meaning the lacking of another physical being--
but straight out alone.

I am always so tired!
Right now, I'm sluggish and conciously having to work my muscles
to do that which is usually involuntary.
I yawn constantly;
not able to cease the urge.
When free time exists,
I choose to sleep over other activity.

Of course,
this goes back to the fact that I have no one,
with whom, to spend time.

June 1998