CONTEMPLATING THE EFFECTS OF LAZARUS LONG

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he mesmerizes me

with his stormy young heart

cast behind such controlled sarcasm

leaving me to question my own ever enthusiastic

curiosity in the wake of his well practice

rough veneer

I clamp down on my usual much too fidgety demeanor

though I manage to appear calm, quaintly quick

witted and rather knowledgeable in his oh so welcomed

presence

knowing full well that certain necessary facades do

indeed attract me much too greatly

I am the epitome of the subtle observer

(who would have known)

though this offers no clear diagram still,

as to the direction of my solitary dilemma

the idea to simply be a confidant

flies without the aid of wings through my

already rushing mind

just what is it that I seem to require from this

so very startlingly unique young man

some shred of verification for our seemingly

comfortable rapport that we seem to have with

each other

have we walked a similar distant path through

a previous ripple in time or has my ever hopeful

imagination yet again galloped far beyond any

possible foolishly forgone conclusion

my intensely baffling interest is still much too

unclear

he flawlessly seems to command my reactions and

I feel so very challenged

to be so much more when around him

what an absolutely riveting confession

to be a far better and brighter Melissa

one who is worthy of his rarely offered attention

why, that must be it

I find that I am surprisingly drawn in

but only just so far enough to gaze

upon the very tip of this enchanting yet

exquisitely complex fellow human being

just like the enraptured tourists in the

great Antarctica

viewing the vast and pure majestic ice burgs

perched what seems like so precariously upon

the glade

why, I say then inspire me further to even

higher iced plateaus of personal awe

dearest, quietly clever conqueror of mine

humility's solid, splendid repose

I give to you a gold embossed go ahead

so work your never ending magic

and seal off from me

any yet even undiscovered flaw..............

(Jan. 13, 1997)


























Author's Notes/Comments: 

this was written from an on going crush I had for a few months on a male customer that use to come into where I worked. I just liked the guy. I never told him, never did anything about it but just secretly nursed a crush that would not go away for a long time. What finally did it is I got transferred to another store and did not have to see him every day when he came in. I was glad but this poem reveals how that crush effected me. I never even knew his real name he was a fan of Robert Henlein's book A Stranger In A Strange Land and the leading character's name was Lazarus Long in it he was the oldest man in the world. I nicked that guy that name as he struck me as sounding so ancient and knowledgeable. His depth, wit and intellect attracted me far more than his looks. He was actually kind of ugly physically. Crazy how my crushes work. laughs.

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