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Vulnerability In Memory. 1/9/98

Christened me in the dark pools of your eyes. Dryed me with the slow fanning of your lashes. I felt consumed, locked in your gaze. Forgetting how to swim. Spellbound in your stare. Made vulnerable in an instant by the stride, the confidence, and yet the innocence. You overtook my common sense, my control. I experienced urgency without rationale. A pure love developed and maintained totally on the bass-melody of your voice The memory of the stance you took provokes a passion and intensity inside me today. The dark pools of your eyes haunts me and makes me vulnerable still even though the mere memory of you.