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tonight I brushed up against a petal from heaven

and in my very own car

can you actually imagine my thrill?

but how very ironic you must say

where I in turn only think how very bizarre

for months he's been standing proudly in my thoughts

carrying them to an indeed idealistic plane

running parallel to reality to find myself in close

proximity with his gentled humanness

my senses are now no longer lost in the perpetual

flame

I can't stop wondering though does he suspect me

of my so far well guarded secret wish

to simply be his, under whatever circumstances and

whatever he wants me to be

to make his love and or life just a little more than

easy

to help clear is cloudy mind

chase away demons when he needs to unwind

can he not feel my enraptured eyes as they hug his

wordless outline when he walks slowly past

I know if I were a better woman I'd stop all this

fantasy non sense in its muddy tracks

but I can't

for it would be like trying  to disconnect the lungs

once one began to pant

Impossible!

like this situation

its the biggest yet likely the best thing

I've ever had to try and fight

he effects all my muddled senses

especially my imperfect sight

why, his very essence permeates my deepest hopes

like rolling smoke through out an airless night

it chokes off all fringes to even the simplest of

reasoning and makes the phrase,

' the pain of unrequited love'

seem silly, yet almost trite...........

( written April 16, 1993)