I'd feel with him
had I the choice
the euphoria
of a field of small
cadnium flowers
and grey beyond
hidden bhind a veil
of rain,
Our sould raced upward
in mere friendly passion
I'd love with him
had I the choice
the feel of clean
Immaculate
his dark eyes
his strong
indescribably beautiful hands
cold white and wrinkled
from water
I'd move the hair from his face
had I the choice
so he could tell me
a secret
unknown
untouched
and he calls me his secret friend
eventhough he died
years ago
and years ago
I'd lay silent
Just to hear his voice
listning to a numbing tune
No man, woman, or child
had ever experienced.
Perhaps he never existed
Perhaps he is legend..........
had I the choice.
