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A WHISP OF SOMETHING CLOSER
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JOURNAL#30 how adamantly he admitted
I want to view
my beautiful you
and coming from the cool lips of
an Everest of a charmer
this was really nothing so new
though a stranger muse may indeed occur
such vision I cannot wholly procure
while embroiled in this elaborate spider's web
made up of moths and flames amid rose petal
strewn across the Thames
he had only my vaguest permission
no storm front put up I
to blow down his gutters
with every repercussion
all a shudder
the flawed channels we maneuvered through
had the' in a senseless flutter
for he was just what he was
the ultra perfect butterfly catcher
for he had to be him with me
for I would settle for no other
he was all he had
and just as poor Archie Leach only had
Cary Grant
his invisible net, woven with the golden
thread of his own words
such amazingly small crumbs got him through
each his hunger's worst
as he lovingly entangled them around yet
another clueless victim to his lonely game
attachment
the price one pays for garnering up enough
nerve to get a little closer than before....
(written Dec 20,2004 7am)
