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he is daring in his hand

a truly tender but oh so careful man

driven to exceed

yet delivered by the labor of the land

quite impressive is he to me

looks take so little notice

when such obvious talent and passion

take their proper place

I am cheerful to write this

my dedication to his cause

you might even say

to be himself most beautifully

but at nearly every humanistic cost

he is my heady hermit poet

a carver out of life that has long since

been lost

a truly capable man whom I believe must

love me in some small way but its at such

a deep and unconscious level

that he fears from past experience

refuse to let him fully know it

its in his quiet gentling nature

part of a much more elaborate plan

his solemn subtle resignation

beckons to me

from his words of such aloneness

that stand

so starkly upon the page

loud hecklers that never for very

long can seem to leave his mind

so out of sheer concern for such a clearly

precious man

I ponder

just perhaps his mentioned chasm

hides or houses an emotional cage of

some before unmentioned kind

after much consideration

I have carefully surmised

I only oh so very simply seem to serve

some terrific elemental need

and so very basic is this physical greed

but I am hardly anybody that is really at all

real to him

yet still he to his not so necessary 'pen pal'

reaches out

with words that sometimes could I swear break

the very heart of God himself

still, even at such levels

I am little more than an ear upon the page

quite a lowly commodity

you might even say

just a hair above why, a diary itself lonely

entrance for each the passing day

at my more temperamental times

this builds in me a tremulous, rippling,

frustrated rage

for a part of me knows if he could do without

the joy and pain of communication he would

its so hard to say

but this current bodiless supplier of written

conversation does far less harm at least than

any real expressive good

knowing that though is about as comforting as a

flatterer's balm for the fragile male ego

perhaps I'm simply someone new to thoroughly

test and explore

a sexual science project for the wanter's endlessly

searching mind

though someone as well he will one day likely abhor

so

I am in a sense

sad as it may read

a dread yet born

this

my previous track record

to me informs

I can live with this

for now anyway

ah, but one unforseeable day

such disturbing distance

(and I don't mean miles)

I shall struggle with and scorn

our languid liason

as such

shall be over long by then

for in my many lives, loves and

friends there has to be some give

he will miss me then

oh, indeed how he shall

I shall be the tick that catches in

his chest and that which prods him

to never even once forget

this deeply enchanted now

and yet he will move on to an indeed

far better 'pal' than I

a much more suited candidate for his

winning written intentions

someone who is sexier, smarter, wittier

and far by far so much the more lovelier

than I

where as I, on the other hand

shall look back on our sweetest moments

of sharing

with only the utmost feelings of such

incredible fondness and caring

in the here and the now

I can promise you at least that much

and in complete honesty with such

mentioned future moment

I shall then bid you one final heart felt

adieau

and then and only then shall I again

admit to you

my so very tempting and quite tempt able

friend

that I love you

not the fantasy of you

so much

though that too was/is quite nice

but the other you

the true you

the mechanic

the cabin builder

the devout political whistle blower

the sexy voiced story teller

and writer

the dream scene stealer

who captures me in even my sleeper's wake

and ah, but of course

the gentle uncertain poet

who peeks out every so often from behind

the reverent mature man who simply

talks just a little sexy to me and I

grow wet

the only downfall in all this is

that you have never really nor truly

believed me

oh well

I just pray that my unadorned candor hasn't

embarrassed, hurt nor offended you in any

possible way

if it has, please note that that was never my

intention

I only wished for you to see all that of which

I alone seem to so clearly see

you in a sense

mentally stripped and bared

yet still so very worthy

of admiration's glorious glare

now, tell me how I don't really know you

but only if you feel you truly can...........

(Feb.25, 1999)