March 15, 2005

Nella fantasia

Ah, you
are so unaware
of you
and me.

One day,
I will whisper to you
all the secrets
that I whisper
to my pen
and you
will be astounded
and touched.

Ah, you
have no idea
that I
have memorized
your lines.

One day,
I will run my lips
across them,
just the way I do
behind my eyelids,
and you
will sigh
and feel bliss.

Ah, you
are so beautiful
because you
aren't.

One day,
I will tell you so,
and you will laugh,
and laugh.



Fall 2003.

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