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(This was written back in the day....2001, I think...I found it today looking through some old journals. I am amazed at my insight. And I still deeply love the person I was writing about. )














Sun light trickled through the blind across your face and down your chest. When you turned to the side it shown through your eyes, who’s illuminated green color stood tall. Your breathing deep and heavy as laughter from the couch danced near our ears.

I have never looked at someone for this long before I said. Nor I you replied. Your warmth was heavy as the day grew older. The scent of your skin reminded me of home, which was precisely where we were at that moment, aware of our surroundings.

I laughed at your wonder and amazement to the sites and sounds.

What is wise you asked.
Wise is your mind I replied
Proudly I sat near you like the queen of the sarengheti.

My voice clear, my statements clearer with bass and delicate forcefulness. I shared my thoughts openly, opening up my heart to let you see how my love for another came to be.

I used to think he played these songs for me I squeeked, struggling over the letters while the pools grew behind the dam. This time you did not speak, just looked in wonder and amazement in my direction as your had done all morning long.

I let you in on my secrets of the games I play. You chuckled loudly and sweetly at my bluntfull admissions, knowing the way I work does not work on you.

You are a lion you stated like you would say the sky is blue, which it was as I looked up at the window again, the soul still coming through the shades.