reading me again, are we?
in a quiet private dialogue
i was hoping we could meet again
here between the pages
i was just smiling at the picture
of us together subtly
a partenership of growing proportions
you knowing me from
all that i have exposed here
a startling crossection
of my intermperate mind
and me knowing you
crom afar by your
slow moving eyes so soft
and touching on me here
a sort of cage holding
the shining lead creature
that is my soul's image
a sort of magic working
that you can read my thoughts
without the inhibitions
that would rise if ever
our earthly bodies would meet.
