O mysterious, wonderful, sensous clay
I love to feel you under my fingers
your smooth wetness under my
Deep inside you
the core of you, the you that is hidden
until my fingertouch
O mysterious, wonderful, sensuous clay
my fingers are tingling with the desire of you.
It is hard for me sometimes, not
Believing
as other people do
not having the faith that sustains them
in the Hard Times
And in seasons like this
this oh-so-special time of the year
I feel the hurt of notbelonging
more keenly than ever
But if I don't have that Faith
I have my own faith
my own believing in the future
that has sustained me
in my own Hard Times
I believe
that we are meant to have a life
not an existence
because with all our hopes, wishes and dreams
we are so much more than just rocks
a collection of atoms and molecules
We are meant to hope
because it affirms that the future will always be there
We are meant to wish
because it gives us something to put in that future
We are meant to dream
because it gives us a way of making it all come true.
So at this Christmastime
I will hope, wish and dream
that the future for you
will be as wondrous and as full of joy
as magical
As my life is with you in it.
I should not dream
of making you mine
it can never be so
I know
Yet a man needs dreams
or his soul dies
I should not dream
but I do.
I should not want
to kiss your sweet lips
to hold your warm hand
in mine
to feel your caress
is a dream come true
I should not want
but I do.
I should not love
someone whose love
is given to another
not me
yet I want you so much
I fear I may die
I should not love
but I do.
